Turning The Tables

For a moment, Ashlynn struggled against Kaefin's attempts to drag her towards him. She kicked at his hands as she slid across the rumpled bed sheets, but Kaefin only took it as a game, leering at her and yanking harder. 

Ashlynn tumbled across the beds and Kaefin leaped forward, reaching for her tunic like a falcon swooping on its prey. Still, Ashlynn fought back, knocking his hands away as he tore at the fabric of her tunic, snapping the laces of her bodice in his attempts to strip her bare. 

The next moment, however, she planted her feet firmly on his bulging gut and shoved, kicking free of him and gaining enough space to scramble back to the nightstand. Quickly, she snatched the jug of wine from the nightstand and rounded on the knight, bringing the jug crashing into his face with all the strength that Thane had helped her to develop.