Even as the Ork- Drew, Riley remembers- smashes another one of the thugs in the face with that heavy wooden bat of his, and the wirey weapons user fires a volley over another thug's head, Rishi is doing her "job" the best way she knows how... showing some skin and filling the air between herself and her target with enough pheromones to make the man's sex harder than an adamantium pillar.<br/><br/>And it works... the man's angry glare quickly turns to a cold, ruthless sneer. He may not be looking to fight any more, but the elf can be fairly sure that his intentions are far from pure and pleasant. At least he lowers his heavy metal wrench as he approaches, though.<br/><br/>"Lookit you, Elf... You wouldn' happen ta be one of them teaser types, would ya? Git a guy all int'rested an' then leave him hangin' high an' dry? Cause you know, I can' stand those types..."