Jalna could feel the mounting pressure as her hands trembled while hastily fashioning a covering for her exposed loins.  The sound of crashing and more orcish death throes, however told her that she had no more time to waste.<em>This will have to do</em>she said to herself as she slips on the new undergarment.  In the din of things that was going on, she almost failed to notice the feminine voice calling to her from behind, causing goosebumps to explode on her back.  Sure enough, someone was there as she fearfully whirled around.  It was the dark elf, and she wasn't very pleased as she clearly asked her what she was doing.  Fear overcame Jalna as she faced her killer.  That fear quickly turned to hate however as she wanted to get back at the one that nearly ended her life.  Besides, escape is almost impossible now unless she deals with her first.  Drawing her sword with both hands, she swung it with the flat of the blade, aiming for the elf's legs in order to knock her down.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bonus action rage.  Rolls 11 to hit...Damage 13 (just in case) </div></div>