Irina spun to her feet as she heard the sound of heavy feet charging across the sidewalk.  She shifted into a defensive posture, her knife up and ready to strike and her body as slim as possible towards the attacker.  She sized him up instantly, definitely more a threat than the kid.  She prepared to receive, and finish, him.<br/><br/>To any watcher, it was probably an odd sight.  A slim woman, her make-up and hair perfectly done, her lips painted red, dressed in a little black dress and heels, facing off against an Ork with complete confidence.  She spun, catching the ork and tossing him over her shoulder with supreme ease, just as the sound of gunfire rang out.<br/><br/>There was no chance to react, to dodge, to do anything.  Irina felt the impacts, briefly wondered if she was about to die, then felt the burst of electricity of what could only be a stun round.  Her entire body went stiff as her muscles contracted and convulsed in time with the electric pulses.  The knife clattered from her hand and a faint whimper escaped her lips.  Then she slumped and fell as darkness enveloped her.