Cris faced the guard, the dagger held tightly in her bleeding fingers, and...she froze. It was one thing to cowardly kick someone in the back, a mostly shameless necessity for fighting when you  weighed 100 pounds soaking and had the strength to match it. However now she faced an armoured opponent, no doubt better trained than her, and all she had backing her was the blonde haired girl, who had promised to do what she “can for now”. Cris was not feeling overly confident, and this made her hesistate, eyes scan the room for an escape route, but the guard stood between her and the exit, back to the cells, and the crowd was on all other sides. Besides, she didn't want to leave the others, strangers as they were the shared intentions of fate made her want to stay.<br/><br/>It was the slash of the longsword, the wound first hot then cold, that finally brought her to her senses. She needed to do something is she was to survive. She twitched as the hand touched the back of her neck, nearly stabbing the girl, but she realized this was meant to help. Now she needed to her part. She spun, flashing the cloak in a wide arc, her naked skin on display as she ducked. Hopefully the guard would be distracted when she rose back up, dagger first into his groin. It was a desperate move, and a dirty one, but it was her only hope.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC and rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cris attempts to feint as a standard action, gets a 12.<br/><br/>Comment: Criss bluff check feint<br/>Result: 6, <br/>Total: 12 </div></div>