Avina contained it in herself from rolling her eyes. She looked at him up and down and thoughtfully noted his weakness. His scrawny lil arms couldn't even take her to town, not to mention take her down.
This man, who was labelled scrawny, towered over Avina by at least a head tall. He had musclehead written across his forehead and his pectorals could crush coconuts. He didn't seem like the sort of guy who would lose to a 'damsel in distress.'
But Avina was no damsel in distress. She may take up the name damsel but she was by no means ever in distress. At least, not distress caused by her surroundings. Perhaps her own caused distress, but that was another issue for another time.
Avina may not have rolled her eyes, but she did click her tongue. "Where's Donolve?"
"Donolve?" the man's eyebrows raised. He didn't expect to hear such an important name from such an unimportant person. He narrowed his eyes dangerously and asked, "What da ya need him fer?"