A troglodyte claw catches Ari despite her defensive stands but takes a gash on the forearm in return. On balance it's a reasonable trade, though the tiefling would prefer not to be simply trading blows. She wrinkles her nose, more at the lack of obvious weak spots in the trog's defences than the smell, which is fortunately much more imagined than sensed thanks to the ointment.
Making the best of the situation, she dances to the side, creating an opening for the group's main pair of spellcasters to target her opponent. If she doesn't take it down herself, anyway. Twirling the blade in her left hand, she stabs forward with the right before sending the other arm wide towards the creature's flank.