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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">THERE WAS SNOW<br/>
WHITE SNOW</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">With that kill came a brief moment of Ecstasy,</span></span></span> and then pain.  Lots and lots of pain.  She had stood there, a few inches off the ground with blood dripping from her hands and blade both, reveling in the thrill of it all.  Finally, after all this time had passed, she had slain such a mighty creature.  In a single blow, as well.  Such a triumphant mood wouldn't ask long, for the pain came quickly, shortly after a loud roar.  The tree came crashing into Sbatarra's side, sending her flying into the dirt and breaking <i>something</i>, somewhere in her body.  Thankfully, her abyssal heritage had absorbed most of the blow, and was already hard at worth with patching her up.  A lesser creature would have been crushed into a bloody pulp from that strike.  Sbatarra was no lesser creature, and she remained conscious enough to wonder if she had heard a crack in that giant's club from the blow.<br/>
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Already a decent fifteen feet away from the stupid beast, Sbatarra gave a single command and was lifted up into the air, her unnatural smokey wings lifting her as she prepared her Eldritch Spear.  Loosing that spiraling strike, she continued by uttering a single, resounding syllable, a word so dark and terrible that it did not belong on this plane of existence.<br/>
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<span style="color: #4C1518">"Mdooggan<b><i>!!</i></b>"</span><br/>
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The abyssal word for shatter was channeled towards the giant's 'club', where all of Sbatarra's fury would be focused, to crackle through that object and splinter it into tiny pieces, leaving the giant with nothing but his filthy fists, and perhaps a few splinters from the explosive sound of the tree splintering into nothing.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>