"Cely, would you kindly shut the fuck up for a second." She said in a harsh calm voice. "I have a halfling over here who apparently wants to die slowly." She gripped her staff tighter. Her eyes were closed as she took another deep breath. "You have to the count of three to run as fast as you can to as far as you can before I hunt you down and beat you to death." She said in that same voice, now on the verge of collapsing into a fit of rage. "1." She called out, still facing away from the halfling. "2." She called out. Apparently burning rage could in fact draw attention away from holes stuffed with sticks. The feeling was completely foreign to her, but seeing as she was in a blinding fury to rival that of a berserker's, she didn't have the focus needed to really analyze it.