The elven princess let out a grin, amused by her opponent more than annoyed by his insults. "My name is Velice Alnori. I'm afraid that I cannot allow a lowly orc such as yourself to take my head...unless of course you're more than meets the eye? It's hard to tell, really; each orc looking as disgusting as the last." 

As the orc brandished his weapon, Velice drew her own gracefully from it's scabbard in one fast, fluid motion. The sword was long and narrow, almost like a rapier, it's blade transparent and appearing like stained glass of many different colors that glittered magnificently as light struck it. The glittering was not blinding, however, more pleasant to look at then anything else.

"Unfortunately for you, we elves and myself especially are far stronger then our appearances let on," she replied to his threat on her life. To demonstrate her point she lashed out with the tip of her blade at him so quickly it was almost a blur, and if it struck his sword it would likely be quite the jarring impact.