She'd been halfway through her first step, and, mentally, halfway through the act of killing the Liquid Eye member.<span style="font-style: italic">Cut his throat, keep an eye out for Power or Ability or whatever this insolent fool's hidden trick is, swing around, gut him for good measure...</span><br/>She halted, eyes focusing on the man as she dropped her hand limply from her weapon. Etzali must have reason for admitting such an obvious threat.<br/>As she dropped her guard and tilted her head. Questions? She had plenty. She doubted there would be any he'd answer though.<br/>His plan had turned out for the better.<span style="font-style: italic">Never</span>trust explosives. She grinned, that'd show the others. Perhaps they'd discard their childish notions of war.<br/>She looked down at her dress and grimaced, Durjaya was right. Her dark skin and clothes, not to mention the intimidating<span style="font-style: italic">weapons</span>strapped to her sides, she'd attract too much attention in a<span style="font-style: italic">human</span>crowd, nevertheless the Liquid Eye.<br/>She'd have to don something like a trenchcoat or robes, something to cover skin and face. Or...she could rub clay on her face, mask her patterned skin under earth.<br/>Ebio scowled, that was a stupid idea, one doomed to failure. Only idiots would attempt something like that.<br/>"Questions? Many, sir, but not any relevant to our task at hand."<br/>She glanced at Durjaya, "Disguise, should it<span style="font-style: italic">work</span>seems necessary, at least as a precaution. How many can you mask with illusion?"