The snide, sneaky look never left her face. That guilty grin and worse yet, that carefree attitude. The arrogance, she wasn't taking either of them seriously. One at least was being true to his nature. The womanizer, cowardly and lustful. She pondered about the taller one though. A warrior or merely thought he was. She preferred to play upon the latter.<br/><br/>"Thou art not a true warrior," she said to the one who still had the nerve to face, chuckling hardily. She watched as he sized her and her angles up, no doubt trying to prevent her from dodging again. While he was doing that, Kriss looked over at the womanizer. She gave him the sternest looks, but also a wink. It would be over soon and then the real fun would begin, or so she thought. In the mean time, the whore monger had best stay where he was. This was between her and the seven foot one.<br/><br/>The man thought that too. She watched as he raised his sword up over his head and prepared to charge, leaving everything below his sword unguarded. She held her hands out at the ready and waited for him to take his first step. When he did, she lunged at him with inhuman speed, striking at his gut. She could've killed him. Afterall, she was capable of felling mulls and horses with her barehands. But she held back. It was only enough to stun him and hopefully make his sword drop from his hand. If not, more taunts and jeers were in order.<br/><br/>"Thou art the weaker sex. Of course thee would need thy sword against a woman."