<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Nynah_zps6a19158e.jpg)</div><br/>Nynah let out something of a hefty sigh, satisfied at her success at driving off the miscreant but disappointed at the fact that she had yet to give him the thrashing that he so richly deserved. Now doubly so that he had the audacity to call her such names. But there was no use crying over spilt milk. Speaking of milk, there were still a couple of busty adversaries that had yet to come down. Calling upwards again, she called, "You two! Yes you! You see how your<em>great leader</em>has failed you and proven himself a<strong>COWARD</strong>," yelling out the last word in the hopes that it would carry far enough for him to hear it. "If you surrender now, I promise no harm will come to you." It seemed that she fully expected the two to take her up on her offer and thank her for her generosity. That didn't mean she put away her sword. Nynah may have been a bit overconfident, but she wasn't an idiot.<br/><br/>Turning to the other recent arrival. "You know, I could very well have handled that situation myself, but you have my gratitude for your assistance anyway, I suppose..." The acknowledgement effectively redefined the term<em>grudging</em>but there it was all the same.