Eve sighed at the sight of the mercenary as he was rising up, angrily staring at her. Unsheating her dagger she swung off the horse, the other weapon also unsheated. "Choice your course carefully or you may end up dead", her eyes glazed over dangerously. Shifting back into something far more primal, her hands waiting to catch him as he would undoubtley wade in to kill her. She had also conciously moved away from the horse.<br/><br/>Initiative Roll 25 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=579807)