Greatwater Lake The Alabama Stomp

[table width=80%][tr][td]She pilled her lips in a tight line, eyes half-closing to glare at him. She had hated this when She had done it, and she still hated it. Nyx was a creature of logic and order, and while she was fairly good at coming up with solutions herself, it was obvious that she liked verbal teaching more than "seek-it-out-yourself" teaching. Feeling him press down harder, she had had enough of this. Given that it was just her shoulder and he was pushing down, rolling was the only option left in her book. And so she did - rolling all the way over swiftly and quickly as to not expose her belly for very long. When her barrel roll came to its end, she pushed herself up again, hopefully free to leave now that she had proven she was capable of more than what she let on to.[/td][/tr][/table]