<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">Illian dove backwards as she sprang towards the door, a smile on his face as the rush of combat started. When he landed he had two knives in hand, drawn from sheaths on his wrists. One he threw where her foot was going to be, the other he threw at a spot on the wall behind his desk, a small button hidden among the panels and patterns. With a loud mechanical sound, the button released the tension on the chain it was keeping in place, and grates started to lower inside the door and windows to his office.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“You can’t honestly think dodging around me would work. You aren’t the first to be captured here, and you won't be the last.”</span>