Ithi'Ka rushes at a low crouch, watching with a voyeuristic surge of intense, perverse interest as the monk smoothly subdues the half-orc.  Her ivory teeth gleam in an unwavering expression of intensity, her jaw set fiercely.  Her feet carry her soundlessly over the dirt with her bow in hand, and she pans her gaze carefully, with practiced precision, over the trees, windows, and paths-- if there are more, she will move to intercept.<br/><br/>If not, she seizes the fallen guard under his arms and hauls him into the shadows, heels dragging behind.  She slings her bow over her head to keep it handy and frisks the dead guard quickly, in case he has keys that will save the two of them time moving on.  She keeps a close eye on Kasumi, though, should her aid be needed.  She can't ignore the rush of warmth in her lower belly at the moment-- a combination of adrenaline and confined emotion.