[ orin tumbles to the ground easily, almost as if she isn't really fighting the motion at all. it might seem a disadvantage to be on the ground, but orin laughs a girlish little giggle, lifting her hands not in surrender but to grasp her own head. a vicious snap echoes, follows by several sickening cracks across her limbs, and then it's as if orin melts away, and in her position is a young girl, wide eyed and frightened.

her lower lip trembles, eyes big and blinking as though holding back tears, though none actually well in her eyes, and when she speaks it's with a wavering, simpering voice. ]

Oh, mister, please don't hurt me. Only I was so scared, out here in the forest all on my own. What was I to do?

[ an a-grade performance, really. if she hadn't just shifted her form right in front of the man, he'd be forgiven for buying it hook, line and sinker. she smirks once she's done though, a grim expression on her own face--downright horrifying on the child. ]

I wanted to see what you would do. If my beloved blades had not been taken, you might not have survived. Very slow.