If the infiltrator hadn't already made up her mind, the god's answer would have clinched it. Perhaps it's just vanity, but the thought of being used as a "brood mare" by the blob-like god is even worse than the thought of being killed by him in Rauko's mind.<br/><br/>"I see... well, then, I think I'm going to have to take Option B." The blue-haired woman's hand drops down to her waist, grabbing hold of one of her throwing knives and preparing to attempt to bowl her way past the man before he can rend her limb from limb. "Better to enjoy two days of freedom than fifty years stuck under your clammy thumbs..."<br/><br/><em>Two days? Keep insulting the man and you'll likely not even have two minutes...</em>She's not sure if a thrown dagger would even be enough to slow the fat man down, but she's planning to find out if need be...