"Because I don't want to be a victim," she said decisvely.  "Too many other females in my town are.  Like my mother...she was always so meek, so submissive.  That's not me.  I want to do things my own way.  The only way to not be a victim is to fight."  She looked at the ogre, noticing the huge bulge between his legs in the fabric.  She stared at it, then back to the flickering fire...then back to the ogre again, nervously.