Kory stared at Miles with complete and utter disinterest. It was just her luck to run into some crazy dude with a sword that was bigger than she was (considering her petite 4'7" height). She put her hand in her pocket and just kept staring at him, trying to size him up. From all appearances, he looked like the average bandit. Why he would be stupid enough to strike near the Temple of Martel was something Kory really didn't want to ask him.

Kory didn't say anything as she boredly rubbed some wax out of her ear, plucked it aside, then flexed her fingers and waited for Miles to make the first strike. She didn't want to fight him directly so she could conserve her energy, but she wouldn't mind messing around with him for a little. She'd just dance and duck around this dimwit, then he would soon realize she was a waste of his time and go pick on someone else. At least, Kory hoped Miles would be smart enough to figure out when enough was enough.