Nothing?  Wow, this woman was crazy... crazier still as she began muttering to herself with language after language... just how many languages did she<em>know</em>?  She was about to ask when the arrow goes whizzing by, and with one arm still holding Mr. Fluffles she whips her bow off her pack (It's a free action, after all) and readies for whatever had just attacked her.  Apparently the oracle was a sylph, and a pretty one too, and their attacker had been some bandits... but now they knew where they were at.<br/><br/>"Hmph..." she practically spat in indignation at the bandit leader with the axe, finding him not too impressive "Your turf?  Sure, right... and unwrapped I may be, but I'm not<em>your</em>present; you're much too...<em>male</em>for that."<br/><br/>Letting Mr. Fluffles hop down from her and land in front of her, she quickly draws and fires an arrow of flame at the man who had 'approached' her.  That should be quite clear, especially since she was aiming for the man's left eye-socket... barring wind or something of the sort.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative, if necessary: 2 + 14 = 16<br/><br/>Attack: 7 + 16 = 23, Damage: 5 + 6Fire = 11</div></div>