The warriors fell around her, and Valentina shook her head.  "Bad move," she said, the whip uncoiling from her hip with a faint hiss.  "You should have just let this band go."  As she spoke, the whip spun and danced around her, flashes of light reflecting off the metal chunks woven into the braid itself as she spun and twirled, her wings occasionally flaring and launching her up a low swing or stab from one of the soldiers.  The whip tore bare flesh open where it struck, and scored any armor that fell in its path.<br/><br/>She paused, eyeing the orc before her with a faint smile, almost daring him to come at her as the whip continued to dance around her.  One of the mortal soldiers rose up from the ground preparing to stab her through the middle, and she shifted her weight.  The man crumpled back to the ground, clutching his head with an agonized scream as blood ran from his nose.  "No, no, no, you don't stab me in the back," she murmured, and then waved a hand, the soldiers closing into a semi circle behind her.  "Come now, Champion.  Do you really think you can best me alone, with soldiers still at my back?"<br/><br/>She giggled, and the sound washed over the area as one of the Felguards with her ran one of the mortals through.  "I can promise you none of them will touch you."