<span style="color: olive">"Well going by the Elf's description finesse wasn't one of her more memorable features. There's also no sign of a struggle or much of anything really, just a spot of ogre blood."</span>When Ashia tried to kick the rock there was an explosion of ash and dirt and she found herself falling to the ground. In the commotion she'd just barely catch a glimpse of fiery red hair not unlike Ras' before it disappeared into the dust.<span style="color: olive">"Tricky." </span>the figure bolted off into the distance under a cloak, looking like little more than just a ripple in the dirt. The'kal now stood beside Ashia, eye glowing bright and a pistol in her hand following the trail their prey left.<span style="color: olive">"She uses tricks employed by the Alliance's group of assassins and rogues. Dirt and a cloak to hide as a rock, guerrilla tactics. She could have killed us both quite easily and yet she ran instead... Ran fast and well, there's still no foot prints. Unfortunately running well doesn't hide a woman from the eye of a goddess." </span>She looked up at Ashia with a grin and set off after the woman.<span style="color: olive"> "This is certainly a lot more fun than building a house."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>