Thread: Open Skies, Smoking Guns(Myself x F R O S T)

To call it a fight would have been a little generous to the remaining soldier, who seemed more concerned with fleeing than putting up any kind of a fight. He had his hopes that the dragon might be distracted with those actually still fighting, or perhaps that he would show mercy on the cowering soldier, but that proved to be in vain. If anything, it was at least a swift end, relatively. He still had to deal with the terror that sent a chill through his entire body as he felt his supply of oxygen cut short, struggling in vain to slip free, as if he might outrun the dragon if only he could get free of the iron grip of the tail. After that, however, his struggles were quickly ceased by a tug of Mercury's tail, plenty enough force behind it to swiftly, if not cleanly, snap the Greenback's neck, the blade on the tip of his tail slicing open the throat and splattering the wall with a thin line of blood as gravity took a moment to kick in, the soldier's eyes wide and his face contorted in anger before he collapsed, leaving Mercury to survey the battlefield and confirm that all threats had been effectively neutralized. They had done their damndest to deal with a dragon in close quarters, but having missed with their gunfire, and foolish enough in their terror to slash instead of stabbing, they had never really stood a chance. Meanwhile, the neko could only grin as she saw the undeserved smirk that graced the face of the elf opposite her, as he clearly was under the impression that his second strike, which surely she couldn't block, would draw blood. She didn't seem immediately aware of the fact that her shirt had been sliced open, but she was in the heat of battle, and a bit of breeze didn't punch through the adrenaline that she felt as she parried the blows and struck a counterblow of her own. Well, several, to be precise, though only one of those was really a strike, that being, of course, the headbutt. She grinned in the same way she had upon pouncing the Greenback in the cargo hold when she noticed that both of his weapons had flown away, which left her with a significant advantage, given that she still had her single dagger close at hand. Perhaps she would take his as trophies, if they were well made. That was getting a little ahead of herself, though. As much as she had just taken the upper hand, there was no sense getting cocky about things. She still had to seal her victory, but it was all but assured, with her blade still close at hand, and the elf disarmed. That was not to say that he was harmless, however, and she had to keep that in mind as he fell down, reaching out to grab her and pull her down with him. Well, that was fine by her, she could do just fine on top. See how thrilled he was with a knife to his throat. Of course, things were never that easy, as she found out mere seconds later, as while the elf's grasping hand did manage to accomplish its objective, and more on top of that. The flimsy fabric that was serving as a bra for the neko was torn away easily, barely rated to stand up to the rigor of her ample chest, and therefore certainly not capable of resisting being torn away. As such, it was easily, and painlessly removed, and the elf, as he fell back, pulling the elf down atop him, would have a good view of her chest slipping free, giving a nice, ample bounce. They were pretty captivating, full and heavy, but still pert, tipped with a pink nub each that hardened slightly in the cool air that they were exposed to. Not that either of them would have much time to appreciate their situation, given that they were both bound for the floor, with the catgirl landing atop of the elf with a cute 'oof'. The elf clearly wasn't done, though, reaching out to try to forestall the catgirl landing on tp of him, hands finding the most obvious target in front of him, each hand finding one of her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze, fingers working in numb surprise to try to figure out just what he was dealing with. Regardless of motivation, the neko could only feel the result, soft lips parting in a sound that was half-gasp, half-moan, as while her mind found the situation ridiculous, her body knew only that someone was giving much desired attention to her chest. The Elf wasn't the only one to look embarrassed, a pink tint settling over the neko's ears, too shocked to think about putting her knife to the elf's throat, though he didn't seem to need that to coax him to surrender, as he pulled his hands back and immediately apologized. Well, that was something, but that didn't help as she lifted her head and noticing Mercury standing down the hallway, watching her with a grin on his face. Oh that smug bastard! It wasn't her fault! This isn't what it looked like! She insisted, glaring at him, crossing her arms over her chest, which served to cover them...somewhat. It still was a very provocative position, though, as she adjusted her shirt back over her breasts, as best she could, though the thin fabric didn't do much. Not a bad view for Merc, though, virtually topless neko straddling a blushing elf. No sudden movements. She warned the elf, pointing one of her daggers at him, and then looking back to Merc. Party's still going on upstairs. We should get going. She noted, standing up and looking around for rope, finding a convenient length of it in one of the rooms nearby. She slid off of the elf and retrieved the rope, returning to bind the mercenary and send him to join the boarding crew, and, as she mentioned to him, his blonde friend, who had, at least survived, he would probably be happy to know. She wasn't going to hand him over herself, as they would have too much time to stare at her state of attire. No, her and Merc were going for the Merchant. Not to mention that, given how much of a handful the elf mercenary had gotten before he had surrender, there was no teasing send-off like Merc had offered the blonde. Eyes up here. She teased the dragon after directing the elf down the hallway to surrender to the others. Let's get going. She huffed indignantly, willing to let him lead the way. Soldiers gone, mercenaries captured. Shouldn't be much more between them and the Merchant captain. Then she looked him over again, smirking. Actually, want to lose the shirt? Probably she wanted to wear it more than she was flirting, but given that it was tight on him, and she had a...fuller, to say the least. Had to be better than nothing, though, if she could squeeze into it. It would certainly be a good look from where Merc was standing, but then he'd have to go shirtless. Time to see how chivalrous he was feeling.