Marine knew she was in trouble.  She'd been hoping that the orcs would flee blindly, terrified, not willing to put up a fight.  But now this one confronted her.  She couldn't kill it.  She didn't have any weapons.  And she certainly couldn't feast on its soul.  She muttered a few more words, silently, enhancing her illusion, desperately trying to overwhelm its confidence.  An aura appeared around her, dark, writhing, as if reaching out with cold, hungry trendrils.  She seemed to grow larger, and her voice went deeper.<br/><br/>"Do not DARE test me, old one," she hissed as she seemed to glide closer to him.  "The souls of your kind are bitter and withered, just as your bodies are in life.  I would kill you before going to the trouble of taking your pitiful soul.  Be gone, before I change my mind and doom you to torment beyond your worst nightmares!"