Bloodleaux looked from the handcuff on her wrist to Iat'ly, back to the cuff, then the High Elf, and then back to the manacle which held them together. Judging the distance between the corners, she tried to come up with a winning strategy, and one that could inflict as much pain as possible on her opponent. If all else failed, Bloodleaux could attempt to slap that conceited smile from the Asur's face while dragging him around. The imagery made her chuckle.
"Well," she batted her eyelashes, "doesn't this make things intimate? And you smell so wonderful. You bathed, how pleasent. Have I ever told you what a lovely shade of green your eyes are, Iat'ly?"
The Asur leaned back, shifting his weight; Bloodleaux immediatly countered and did likewise. If she started with the first pole on her left...
"You know, the Hag Queen I was given to for training was right," Bloodleaux continued in a conversational manner, baring her teeth. "Learning to use a blade with both hands, even if one is bound, is an asset." She unsheathed one of her poisoned blades, holding it at an angle. "Now, try and not turn your back on me."