<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img841/1383/rh08.jpg)</div><br/>Gavrel fought dirty. Ashara should have accounted for that when she saw his opening attack and thought that she knew what he was about to. He surprised her by a change of tactics. She rose her shield to block the blow, but the force of it sent her staggering into the overenthusiastic crowd of onlookers. She wasn't entirely sure if she preferred to fall down on the ground, or be caught and groped like this. There was nothing wrong with groping in her opinion... but not in the middle of combat. She turned her head, to once again face her opponent. "Is this all?" She asked, acting as if she was not impressed at all. She put all her acting skills into use as disappointment filled her amber eyes. "I expected more from someone as... promising as yourself." She gathered her strength and pulled away from the soldiers, her feet carefully moving a couple of steps. "Who would have thought that you're only good at good ol' thrusting! Women enjoy skilled men, did you know? No finesse here, none at all," she shook her head, still playing disappointed, before she rushed in and attacked. Or that's what she wanted everyone to think, as she moved back quickly, performing a feint retreat, hoping her opponent will open himself for a blow.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ashara takes 5-foot step (not provoking attacks of opportunity) and uses Feint.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bluff = 24</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-04-22 08:34:46, Ashara of Flames (uid: 52021) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=57536)</div></div></div></div>