Her eyes flickered for a moment, and then the pain would slowly recede from him.  "Stand down, Reapers," she called out, her voice grating slightly.  The Reapers back down, though they had been preparing to draw weapons and attack the orc.  Her eyes locked to Jurai's, and she nodded.  "You have beaten me fair and square.  I yield," she said simply, and then turned her head slightly.  "Back to the camp, Reapers.  And as soon as my father returns, be sure to inform him of the appearance of the man who bested me."  She smiled sweetly, opening her hand, the whip falling away.  "After all.  Wouldn't want you to kill me.  My father would take it SO poorly if one of his daughters were to die."