At the appearance of the larger orcs, Tashia's heart quails.  Her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly in alarm.  Four of them, all armed with nasty looking whips.  They might not kill her, as she had been told, but how much could they hurt her?  Her lips thin as she considers their ready stances.  They certainly looked familiar with violence.  Tashia can feel her breathing quicken, a mixture of fear and adrenaline, as she prepares for the coming conflict.<br/><br/>Instinctively, she surveys the ground, her sharp mind working quickly, her hazel eyes shifting as she looks around.  Lots of space.  She was quick... but there were four of them.  Her mind races as she attempts to come up with possible advantages.  One strength of theirs appeared to be their discipline.  If she could make them lose their cool, they might get in each other's way.<em>If you can't win, change the game.</em>A tiny smile finds its way to her lips.<br/><br/>Spreading her arms, Tashia shoots a grin at the orcs.<em>At least they aren't close enough to see the scared look in my eyes.</em>Cocking one feminine hip to the side, she strikes a casual pose.  "I'm right here."  She calls out, her voice pitched to carry.  "Are we going to fight, or what?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Persuasion (2)+Striking looks+2 -1 negative edge -2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4391181/)<br/>FP - 5/6<br/>Physical<br/><br/>Mental<br/>XX<br/>Social<br/></div></div>