Afia manages to get a touch on the now frenzied thief, who redoubles his wild swings, cursing and howling his defiance, incoherent in  his fear and rage. In the thick of a fight, one can hardly expect to get nuance, but he sounds very much like a spoiled brat who was hoping to continue on with an easy life at the expense of others. And still, consumed by the desire to survive against all odds, he cannot seem to fathom that someone other than mighty-thewed Tamba or Orosa might be a valid threat. But panic and fear make him sloppy and his thrusts are wild, unfocused.<br/><br/>Yali, the gorgeous creature demurely smiles and lowers her eyes for a moment, then accepts your hand.  Her fingers are cool and smooth. Clearly she is not used to hard work, domestic or otherwise.  Rising to her feet with as much grace as she can muster under the circumstances, she assumes a more dignified pose. Definitely a noblewoman.