<em> Sorcha does not want to be manhandled.</em><br/><br/>As the guard tried to grab at her Sorcha almost gave him a smile, though it was perhaps more of a curl of her lip, a snarl perhaps. Her eyes were narrowed and they were still filled with a passion, though there was nothing erotic in that passion it was anger and pure hate. He was easy to dodge, for the pict was fast, and the fact she had now escaped was somewhat of a shock to him. The pain in her hands and arms only added to her venom and spite.<br/><br/>First this wretch was kindly given all the spittle that Sorcha had been gathering in her mouth in his face and a well planted knee to the groin. Even through his own pain, the guard was able to grasp the young pict, and grabbing her arm which already was pain, one might consider that a mistake, a rather large mistake. The pict let out a cry of pain and then used the fact he was so close to bite his ear. She bit of the top of it with sharp teeth and abhorrence. He shouted in his own pain and let her go.<br/><br/>However she was like a trapped animal, there was nowhere for her to go even if she left the room. As she stood, crouched and snarling and ready to leap on any that came to close, that might try to chain her again. Once more she rolled her shoulders and started readjusting her joints so that they were not so painful and were more useful.<br/><br/>Slowly her temper was calmed a little as she spat out the piece of ear she had been chewing, and the fact the guard was still bleeding offered some pleasure. Her head tilted a little at the bleeding woman, she did not understand her words but the tone was pleasant enough. She was offered something close to a sort of soft growl or perhaps it was a whinny.  Though Sorcha remained low and ready to attack, for she trusted no one…at least for now that would be foolish.<br/>