She slipped in past his guard, with snakelike swiftness, his eyes going wide, as she thumped him, hard, on the chest, the sword clattering out of his hand, as he sprawled on the ground. He was likely going to have a very nasty bruise, when all was said and done.<br/><br/>"Just what do you think you're doing to that poor young man!" a woman's voice calls out, and a buxom, dark-haired Varisian woman stepped into the ring, quickly kneeling down beside the barely-conscious farmer, as she pulled out her holy symbol of Desna. "Shame on you, for beating up such a defenseless youth," she scolded.<br/><br/>(Knowledge: Local, DC 10, to identify her as Natya Mvashti, granddaughter, and apprentice, of the renowned Desnan priestess, Koya.)