...and put his hand on her rear.
Nicola jumped, pulling back sharply against a tree, as the knight grins. "My fair lady, why so skittish?" and grabbed her about the wrist.
Nick had been fast. Nicola's reflexes were quick, but the new body she wore was plush and unused to activity, and so she was slow to dodge. She tries to ran now, but pain shoots up her arm as the knight twists it. She gasps, and he pulls her against him, one arm going about her upper body to pin her while the other reaches up her clothes, fondling.
Never in her life had Nicola ever felt so... weak, humilitated, intimidated. She knew that, if she couldn't do something soon, she'd find herself on the forest floor.