"You forget one thing." Valen said, stepping out of the shadows, the dryad's shapely form coming to view, a hand lifting the tunic to show the ample bosom on her form, the rosy nipples, her exotic skin, her elegant fingers and the flat stomach, the soft curves of her hips as a dryad, she smirked. "The elf made allies with the fey kingdom." She giggled, and then smirked, coldly, lifting the tunic enough to expose the breasts fully and toss the tunic aside, barechested, unleashing the whole power of her beauty against the man, trying to slam him straight up with the nymph's stunning beauty, one hand on her ass turned sideways giving it a lewd swat, another hand at the meanwhile grasping on the rapier's hilt.<br/><br/>"You really think that it has to be a fight that settles this?" She asked almost purringly, trying to erode the man's focus. If he could push the man from unexpected angle, make his focus on battle break, Valen might get a few seconds to get off something nasty. She wanted to pull off all the stops and make sure both she and Sharille would leave alive.<br/><br/>She didn't much care if the man would though.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using the Stunning Glance (Standard or Full action? Forgot) and trying to draw the blade covertly (move action) if (s)he has the time, Valen prepares for battle.</div></div>