the elf rolls as she landed and dives for her daggers, gabing them and twisting she sink'sa dagger into the felhound that was attemting to pouce and pin her, pushing it off she stands and glair's at the pitlord, twisting both daggers in her hands she charge's and avoided the crashing blow springing up she fliped kicking its head making it lose its fel blade and crain its plated head backwards exposeing its neck, twisting in the air she fling's both daggers hitting the weak exposed neck, the pitlord lets out a gargled screem falling back silent and unmoveing, the elf now stands haveing landed on her feet breathing hevly, she is tall, silver hair flows down her back, her face soft and pritty, the lightest of a dark tone shows her lips, she is mature and well developed, with curves and a look of fitness, she turn to you and smiles saying somthink in the strange understandable tounge, it sounds like a thank you however.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>