Who's 'Nissa? [i]Who's 'Nissa?[/i] Simnia stiffened and glared. The nerve! The blatant, narcissistic disregard for fellow innocent lives! Of all the cowardly, selfish, purely [i]elven[/i] --

The captain shouted at them, and Simnia glowered at him from the depths of her livid heart. When she turned to the damnable elf again -- intending to [i]carry[/i] her aboard if necessity called for it -- Elani was gone. She later caught a glimpse of the elf leaping gracefully (as elves are wont to do, the showoffs) across the gap and into the ship, without so much as a backward glance. "[i]Elves![/i]" Simnia threw up her hands in exasperation, convinced that she would never trust an elf as far as she could throw it.

And then she saw that she was alone with the bandits.

Well, almost alone. Everyone had scurried into the ship -- and even the friendly shots had stopped firing -- except for a single feisty redhead, who with her sword was the last woman standing, the last defense and the only one besides the captain who held off the mongrels so the others could escape. If the ship left without her, she'd die a hero's death. But Simnia was still mad.

The dwarf picked up an apricot, tested its weight in her palm, and then with a mighty fling of her arm she let it fly. The apricot slammed into Aria's opponent's jaw, and Simnia had already prepared another apricot missile.

"[i]Get to the ship[/i], Strawberry!" she hollered at Aria, just as another apricot smacked into the bandit's eye. She held them off a little longer with a barrage of fruit, to give Aria and the captain time to make a run for it -- but the moment they backed away, Simnia chucked one last apricot into the fray and bolted for the ship.