"Eh there boys you lost the game fair and square!" Orlarae put her hands up from her sides, a orc pointing a gun at her. The drow had talked her way into letting her in on this back room poker game and she was just in the middle of cleaning the poor spods out then the orc accross from her got mad and stood up, pulling out a piece from his belt and pointing it at her while the others backed off some to give the two of them room. Orlarae just hoped her sleeves where hiding the cards she had hidden, "There is no way your that lucky dark skin!" The orc grunted, making Orlarae frown at the racial slur, "Yeah you know what, your right." She replied while slowly getting up from her seat, "But I'd put that gun away if you want to keep your arm." This confused the orc who believed he had the advantage until the dwarf who was beside him noticed the flames forming in her hands "Shit she is a mage!" The little man yelled, making the orc hesitate long enough to let Orlarae send a snake of fire through the barrel of his gun, ducking to the side as all the ammunition in his pistol cook off and the firearm blew up in the orcs hand, leaving a mess of meat as shrapnel flew around the room. The big man fell to his knees, clutching the stump of his hand while the other poker player, a human, reached for a gun in his belt, Orlarae reacted by sending a chilled whip through his arm and slicing his hand, cutting some ligaments so his hand was rendered useless before casting hold person on him. Turning to the dwarf last who shook in his boots looking up at her the drow women leaned down and got right in his face, "Boo!" She grinned and the dwarf feinted. Turning to the orc who was now squeezing what was left of his wrist to stop the bleeding she glared at him, "If you forget this happened I'll point ya in the direction of a good cleric to fix up that hand of yours." She gave him a wicked smile, "Or I can pit a shard of ice in your skull and make you forget everything cause you'll he dead." The orc quickly agreed, Orlarae leaving with all their cash before dropping off a business card a cleric she knew in the south end.