Note: A few people have told me in very respectful ways that my characters are out of character, and those people are completely right. It's just really fun to write them that way, so that's what I'm gonna continue doing.

Ellya stood up as tall as she could, trying to look imposing, though she doubted in any of them would be scared if the most terrifying girl in the world was swinging a sword and charging at them. Not because they were brave, but because they didn't see the deadly potential of a woman warrior. They all jeered and booed her as Thay prodded her forward. They formed an aisle, leading up to the smallest boy there. He had the face of a rat, and ratty brown hair to match it. His eyes were sharp enough, but filled with cowardice. She knew when an enemy was dangerous, and why, and he wasn't very worrisome. He didn't have much control over the other boys, and he didn't actually seem smart enough for her to worry about. He lacked a certain cunning and the respect of the others to pose a huge threat. She got the feeling that if she angered him, perhaps with a joke abut his size, he would lose control and order the others to attack, but a few boys would suddenly question if they really should be following the orders of someone who was so small. Ellya knew she needed to make a joke and put him on the defensive before he made his impressive and dramatic speech.

"I didn't know they let this many idiots into the Corps," she called out to them, riling them up, making them harder to control all while showing she wasn't afraid of them and depriving Ratty of his speech. The jeering grew louder and a few boys growled. Her eyes picked up on a few boys who didn't seem that into it or like they were resenting being there, and she made eye contact with each one for a few seconds, making each one feel a connection to her, each perhaps thinking that she was asking for help. These being the sensible boys, they understood that it wasn't a damsel in distress call for help, but rather more of a call to arms. Most the boys looked like they understood and one nodded.

"Ellie, Alla, whatever your name is, it's really nice of you to join us," purred Ratty, which should have been a contradiction to his very rat-like nature. "That's his impressive speech? Seriously?" Ellya thought. Before he continue on from his theatrical pause, Ellya answered.

"Well, as a subordinate, meek, useless female it delights me to be in the company of so many wise, powerful males." She curtsied as she said it, spreading a nonexistent skirt and refusing to break eye contact with Ratty. "What do they call you, oh strong, all-knowing man? Ratty? Pint Sized? Something that really, what do they say, captures your essence." His face went red.

"My name is Alton, and how dare you talk to me in that manner? Someone should teach you a lesson!"

"Isn't that why I'm here? Or are we just gonna chat about how much we don't like each other. That might be right up your ally." His skin turned red and his eyes bulged out ever so slightly. "But, let me guess, since you are such a great warrior you're gonna fight me yourself? I mean, the only way to get this much respect from this many Rangers, you must be a helluva fighter." A few other boys grumbled unhappily, lead on by the five boys she recruited to be on her side.

"My strength lies in my brain, something you obviously know nothing of. But how could you? You're a girl!" He said with a superior huff, puffing out his chest, looking like an idiot. Ellya didn't hide the fact that she thought he looked like an idiot, though she did make it look like she was trying to hide it but failing. That way, by seeming a little less amused by how stupid he looked, she made it seem like she thought he looked even more ridiculous then she did.

"Yes, I am a girl. And you are an idiot," she said slowly, as if speaking to a child, and he flushed even darker.

"Enough chitchat!"

"You're the one talking, shorty."

"Get her!" Sure enough, a few boys paused who weren't one of her five allies, unsure if they really wanted to take orders from Ratty. Three of the boys did charge unquestionably, shouting battle cries and trying to look tough. Luckily for Ellya, they all reached her at different times. The first one ran face first into her fist, the second straight into her outstretched leg. She ducked the punch of the third, crouching then twisting around lightning fast, kicking him in the stomach. The second one started to get up so she kicked him in the ribs, just hard enough to tell him not to get up. Two more boys started to surge forward, but were stopped by the rest. She turned to Ratty, who looked at her in terror. She gave him a look, half smirk, half girlish innocence, that chilled him to the core.

"So, Ratty," she began.

"It's Alton," he mumbled.

"Whatever. So Alton," she said with exaggerated care, stepping closer slowly, menacingly. "Would you care to tell me why, exactly, you're messing with my horse?" He gulped and looked panicky.

"Well, funny story, that is. We just happened to see you come visit this, lovely, beautiful, wonderful horse, and me felt honor-bound to avenge our friend, so we told you to meet us out here by him. Did Thay say we were going to hurt him? Because we weren't, I swear it!"

"No, you were gonna hurt me," she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, yes. But, but we had to! There's a code about these things you know? We, we didn't want to, but we had to. You understand?" He ended with a weak smile.

"Oh, no. I don't understand anything that complicated. You see, I happen to be a girl, and that sort of thing is really beyond us." The glimmer of hope in his eyes died. She punched him, a strong, clean pinch that shattered his long, pointy nose. He fell to the ground, crying out pathetically. The senior Rangers stepped out of the trees.

"What? You were there the whole time? And you didn't stop her? She's mad! You can't let her near me, near any of us!" squeaked Ratty through the blood filling his mouth.

"Don't speak about my apprentice that way!" demander Will, and it took Ellya a couple seconds to register the full meaning of his words.

"Really? That's great! We are gonna have so much fun together, shooting stuff and stopping crime," Ellya began. Will turned to Halt.

"What did I get myself into?" he asked imploringly.

What do you guys think? Should I continue to write about her adventures or stop while I'm ahead? Please, do tell.