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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">DOWN HERE WHERE I CANNOT SEE SO CLEAR<br/>
I SAID, WHAT DO I KNOW<br/>
SHOW ME THE RIGHT WAY TO GO</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">Lips pursed and blinking,</span></span></span> Sbatarra paused in mid-flight, looking down towards the battle-ready samurai, who seemed quite aware of her presence.  So much for the element of surprise.  Still, she was both equally surprised as she was impressed that this woman was aware of her presence, if even slightly, and she was beginning to wonder if she had tripped some sort of ward to signal her arrival in the grotto.  There was little to worry about, however, for she had the gift of both flight and invisibility, and those blades, cold iron and sharpened to a fine, deadly point as they were, would do no good with her this high to the ceiling.<br/>
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As she floated there, silent as a cat on pillows, she merely observed the samurai.  She did float towards the left slightly, if only to inch her way behind the woman to look for a vulnerable point in that finely crafted armor.  The more the drow thought about it, the more difficult assassinating this target was beginning to seem.  Still, she had a job to do, and if she shied away from every kilt-wearing human with cold iron swords, she would've made quite the pathetic assassin indeed.<br/>
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Positioning herself above and behind the human, Sbatarra held a hand out and called upon one of her innate abilities as a drow, <i>Dancing Lights</i>, and created a vaguely humanoid shape, no more than twenty feet in front of the samurai, radiating magical light.  That action caused her invisibility to flicker, but with a quick thought, the invocation came back up, swallowing her whole in darkness once more.  With that, she began floating towards the pool of Oerthblood, ready to use the gauntlet and vial to collect a sample, while the human was distracted by the dazzling lights.<br/>
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Let the games begin.</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>