Magrev did nothing in the form of dodging the bolt of frost. It struck his chest, and coated it with a fine sheet of frost. He looked back into the room and saw her to be gone again. She must be invisible once more. He would have to be on his toes now so that she won't escape. He reached into a pouch around his waist and withdrew a fistful glowing dust. He threw it towards the doorway and instead of dispersing it hung in midair, forming a sort of cloud in the doorway. If she tried to walk out of the room, he'd be able to see her, the dust clinging on to her like a horde of ticks. Her voice resounded out of the room.<br/><br/>"You won't get me alive, or without a fight forsaken..."<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">You will not be dying today L'od-</span>"<br/><br/>Magrev raised his hand to his head, dropping his daggers as a sudden, horrendous headache sprouted. He fell to his knees, his hands clutching his head. A drawn out groan escaped his lips. Where did this pain come from, why was it so familiar? he looked up to see the cloaked man, simply facing him. It suddenly dawned on him, a Shadow Priest. This was one of the many psionic attacks they employ to attack the mind while leaving the body unharmed. His groan turned into an ominous chuckle, as he started to stand up unsteadily. His head was in horrible pain, as if caught in a vice, he'd have to end this quickly or retreat.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">This day is truly full of surprises. A Shadow Priest! Those mind controlling powers of yours must truly come in handy for capturing those with bounties on their heads, no?</span>"<br/><br/>He reached for another sheath on his body, one that was attached to his back at the waist. He withdrew a slender dagger before whipping it around and throwing it at the cloaked man. The dagger made a ghostly whistling sound as it soared through the air, the point aimed between the man's eyes. Magrev reached down and took up one of his fallen daggers before whipping that one through the air too, this time aimed at the cloaked man's companion and at her arm. She seemed to be of no threat but surely he'd be distracted if his accomplice was wounded. He reached down for his other fallen dagger and took it in hand before unsheathing a fourth dagger. With this in hand he jumped into L'odu's room before throwing a small orb at the cloaked man's feet. With a large pop, a billowing cloud of choking smoke was released.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Now, L'odu. I am not here to kill you and that bolt was just plain cold of you.</span>"<br/><br/>Heh. A pun. Such a situation as tense as this one had no room for humor. He needed L'odu and he needed her alive.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">If you come with me now, no blood has to be shed. No more pain.</span>"<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">For either of us</span></i>, he thought.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>