[An orc girl? First a tiefling, and now an orc? Finally, the door bores of humans and their close kin. Caedra is used to seeing orcs as enemies, the favored of the demon lord Bael'zal who sends them off like a plague of mortal flesh over the other people, but if she is cut off from Amamot here, so too will this one be from her master, if she's even a follower of his at all. There are certainly those who strive futilely for independent chaos and destruction.
Caedra watches from a distance at first as the newest monsters circle the young orc, and then charge. Will she handle them on her own, or will they leave her a smear of gore on the arena stones? She certainly looks like she can handle those weapons, but her enemies are large and several in number. She holds her own sword ready, a long fine black rapier, in case one of them turns to try and take her on instead. At her slight five feet of height she might look like an easier target. What Caedra does not do is help. Not for now, anyway.]
Are you going to just stand there and look at them?
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Caedra watches from a distance at first as the newest monsters circle the young orc, and then charge. Will she handle them on her own, or will they leave her a smear of gore on the arena stones? She certainly looks like she can handle those weapons, but her enemies are large and several in number. She holds her own sword ready, a long fine black rapier, in case one of them turns to try and take her on instead. At her slight five feet of height she might look like an easier target. What Caedra does not do is help. Not for now, anyway.]
Are you going to just stand there and look at them?
[She will, however, taunt.]