Time for some real fun, now. The dretch was of little concern to her, honestly -- her grandmother could kill a dretch, and she had already been taken by Arvandor, bless her soul.<br/><br/>So, her eyes settled on that damn rutterkin, who seemed to be the flavor of choice for most everyone at this exact moment. She reared her arms back, and the chains that spiraled around her armor-clad arms suddenly began to spring free, like enchanted metal serpents.<br/><br/>Ayariel made it into a beautiful dance. She spun and leapt, every moment giving the bladed chains more momentum, more force. They lashed out like whips at the rutterkin with nearly blinding speed, digging into it again and again and again, encircling and raking its flesh, driving into it only to be torn free again. For a bard who seemed mostly focused on magic, the blue-haired elf was stunning with those blade-tipped chains that shot from her wrists.<br/><br/>When she was done, she paused, retracting the chains back into her armor. She then opened her eyes to observe the damage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>