Cora moved slowly and quietly towards the man at the desk.  Even from this angle she recongnized him.  This was one of the men that had stripped her clothes off, and this one specifically had laughed at her and pulled on her breasts.  'When they forget that you're here little one' he had said.  Her blood boiled as she drew near, hearing the rasp in his breath and smelling the stench of his body.<br/><br/>She drew the blade back, looking over her options.  She wanted to cut his head off, but that may be a little high for her.  Not enough leverage, she would practically have to swing over her head.  The chair that he was in had an open back though... and a deep thrust just beside the small of his back... that should take him down.  She braced her feet on the cold floor and thrust deep into him, twisting the blade in his flesh.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cora's attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack roll 15+5(light weapon, finesse) = 20, Damage D6 + D6 (surprise) = 3 + 4 = 7 </div></div>