Irohahime pressed herself against the wall, eyeing the man as she reached into her robes for the dagger she never had to use; her father had given it to her, in case she was cornered by a man on her travels. Of course she could easily paralyze him with magic, he always said to give them a good cut to the face as well so everyone knew what they had tried to do. "I'm not a little girl. I'm a Mage." She said, though with every step he took closer, what little left confidence she had left vanished. She had never been so scared in her life, and she couldn't explain why.