Rainca nods to Joseph Dar'maryon and turns to face the bandits, arms spread, palms open. She turns and calls over her shoulder, "All will soon learn the depth of Rainca's wisdom, warrior Gath Stonefist. Pray that she is not shown a fool."
She advances forward, teeth bared in a questionable smile, head held high, back straight. Her ears strain for the sound of archers in the underbrush and her eyes scan the sky for a familiar owl. She relaxes her mind and awareness to melt with the surroundings, taking it all in with her breath. All in with her breath. All in. And out. In. Out.
Come, Blood Father.
Her breath hisses, growing hot as it passes through clenched teeth.
Sit upon my brow in glory.
Her shoulders broadcast the movement of her labored breath. Her hands, outstretched to her sides, clench and unclench involuntarily. Her eyes blaze.
Make my enemies tremble before your anger.
She stokes the fires of rage as she approaches the waiting bandits and, though alone, she stands tall on the brink of fury before their stayed blades.
The time for your wrath approaches.
She stops within a spear's throw arms still outstretched and calls in a loud clear voice, harsh, like stone. "Rainca of the Barav Kree speaks." She sweeps a red-tinged gaze across the men, "Who here leads?"
OOC: Intimidate +3. She's not making any active attempt to intimidate them, but a barbarian quietly working herself into a rage as she walks slowly toward you should be plenty unsettling.