But Valentina wasn't there.  She had stepped back quickly at the feint, the whip coming across in a searing line in front of her as she danced back a few steps.  The aura would hone down, focusing fully on the orc as she lunged back in, her whip dancing in a deadly line of steel and leather crosshatch in front of her.  She smiled, though that smile had no humour, and was absolutely full of hatred and distaste as she lunged forward, aiming several quick lashes toward the orc's arms and legs.