Being called a 'whore' deeply upset her, more because of how it happened and less because of the profession.  Besides, selling your body didn't make you a bad person, and besides, if she could only get women... well, wouldn't be that bad a job.  Speaking of words, what was the Oracle saying?  As she got ready to fire off her bow again, there was an<em>explosion</em>of sound, and the pricks in front of her... well, one dropped, and the leader looked like shit.  Scratch that: the oracle was not<em>that</em>crazy.<br/><br/>She parries and dodges with bow in hand, using it much like she would a quarterstaff.  Bandits were surprisingly unskilled at this... but the Oracle was clipped painfully by the sound of it.  Bow in hand, she drew her blade in the other, and in one quick swing aimed for the bandit leader's exposed gut.  Meanwhile, a certain rabbit would go around and flank one of the other men around her, flanking it as he leaped up and bit him in his inner thigh, aiming for one of those lovely arteries.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Quick-Draw blade, and Attack w/ PA<br/>Attack: 8 -2 + 18 = 24, Damage: 4 + 4 + 4 + 5Fire = 17<br/><br/>And Mr. Fluffles will move to flank, and attack one of the mooks<br/>Attack: 2 + 2 + 7 = 11, Damage: 2</div></div>