Vrasha Does as She is Told

Vrasha knew she had no other choice. It was simple to say that, but honestly, it was totally true. If there been one archer on her own, or two bandits and no ranged support, she might have tried her luck. Female soldiers were not common in her own land, but adventurers could be women, and as a girl, she'd always wanted to be one. Of course, a princess could never be an adventurer; it simply was not allowed. But it had at least made sure she had done her best to refine her skills with the blade, bow and shield.

Unfortunately, right now, she had no shield. Her blade was sheathed, and of little use with three to one odds, and her bow was back at home, and probably forever out of her reach. Vrasha felt her gut churning as she came to this conclusion, her mind working like lightning, discarding each possibility in turn until she had but one left. She felt heat rising across her body, shivering a little bit, she tried to look brave and summon her pride. Then, slowly, she shifted, dismounting the horse, and rising to her feet before it. She could taste the dryness in the back of her throat, Cadmus and Vort watched carefully, but the female archer was the one she was most concerned with. Her bow was pointed right at her, and Vrasha had no doubt she could loose an arrow much faster than either of those two could close to striking range. If it came to a fight, the bow would be her biggest problem...

And that was the situation, really. No matter how many times she ran it through her head, Vrasha saw no way to win this fight. If she had guards, a fresh horse, the element of surprise... but everything required something she didn't have. She tried to keep her face impassive while inside, she recoiled, the man's words teasing and taunting her.

A whore... a whore...a whore...

She felt her skin start to heat up and hoped it wasn't showing on her face. Vrahsa was a virgin, she'd never even been looked at by a man, as would be expected of any princess. The thought that the first to see her might by this group? Not the most pleasant.

Even as she thought this, her eyes were focused, seeking some sign, some way to escape. But her sense of helplessness only seemed to grow. Nowhere to run, nowhere to make a stand, neither tools nor allies that she would need to win...

How could she have been so careless?