Oratha froze with a silent curse directed at her god, followed by a blush as she realized what she had just done.  Still, a bit of divine protection would have been nice!  The vibration of the piercing, and the fact that she was literally naked facing two armed men, screamed in the back of her mind that she should surrender.  Her pride and stubbornness screamed that she should fight.  Neither seemed like a good decision, but the only other one was to run and pray.<br/><br/>She stood lewdly on display, piercings glittering, collar tight.  She wanted to cover herself but resisted, it would only be a sign of weakness.  The sweeping lines of her body were an impressive sight, toned muscles, full breasts, narrow waist all on display.  She wasn't stupid or naive enough to not know what he wanted.  Her mind ran in circles as she searched for an answer, a solution.<br/><br/>Stubbornness and pride won out over all else and Oratha's eyes flashed with the flames of her pitborn ancestry.  Her eyes locked on the man's club as the magic of her ancestry flowed through her veins.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shatter spell-like ability targeted at the Club, I believe the DC would be 15. </div></div>