A soft smirk was the first expression on Valentina's face, though it quickly faded to a look of shock as the orc charged her THROUGH the curtain her whip was weaving.  She stepped back several times, but was soon left with no room as she nearly backs over one of the Reapers.  The Reapers leap back out of the way, and Valentina went down, the orc landing on top of her.  This was bad.  In this position, she had no room to use the whip, and she was in no position to use another of her favored tactics, especially when it came to dealing with males of any race.  So she resorted to another trick that had always worked in the past, and at this range, had no chance of missing.  Cupping her hand, she slammed it down hard on his ear, her teeth gritting as she struggled to get out from beneath his weight.