[i]'Shit![/i] she thought as she caught a glimpse of the battle just beyond the creatures. She wasn't entirely sure what to do though, not at first. She watched the other tieflings movements and sneered slightly to herself that someone who shared infernal blood had attacked the town. Still, he was skilled and he moved like a mountain, but with grace that spoke of a seasoned warrior. She had sparred with Doruk once or twice and even with his arm missing, he had eventually bested her - so what could she do against someone that was easily overpowering the half-orc now?

[i]'Maybe,'[/i] she thought, [i]'a distraction will give Doruk enough of an edge?'[/i] She had to try something. She couldn't live down not trying to help the man and she was the type to rather die than live the shame of being a coward when there was a chance she could help. She wasn't foolish - she could never fight the attacker herself - but she had enough courage to enter the fray. Dodging another blow from the slow boulder-like oozes, she hopped onto a table and swung her sword hard towards the one closest to her. It bought her just enough time to continue.

Jumping from the table, she darted around another creature and found herself at the black-armored man's back. She knew she needed to be focused, at least for this one attack and needed to be ready to jump back and away from the man and the approaching oozes. Combat was always such a fragile thing, chaotically changing from moment to moment. Ikina focused on the back waist, hoping to strike a blow to it through the slits in his armor. She swung more lightly, putting more emphasis on accuracy than power ... she only hoped she'd react fast enough to get out of harm's way...