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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND IF WE DON'T HIDE HERE<br/>
THEY'RE GOING TO FIND US</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">The drow faded in and out of consciousness,</span></span></span> in great pain as her wounds throbbed and ached, stretching open from the flow of the blood, and closing again due to her demonic heritage.  This would continue for several long moments, before she had the strength to open her eyes and could feel that the wounds had closed into thin, black lines across her flesh.  Those would fade soon as well, and she would be at full fighting strength.  This was why she didn't offer mercy, for she knew that if she was given it, she would lash out and try to kill again.  Wouldn't anyone else?  As desperate for survival as they would be?  The surface was just as dark as the Underdark what with how terrible the creatures were, and that was a truth that Sbatarra held absolute.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"Why don't you kill me?"</span> asked the drow, too drained to move, and too wary of those polished blades to even think of lashing out.  If she tried to fight again, and tried to cripple the samurai with another Eldritch Spear, she would likely find a blade lodged in her throat the very instant a finger twitched to preform such an action.  The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to live, but she couldn't let this human know.  She just couldn't.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Again and again you beat me, and you mock me by letting me live.  You wait... clean your blades... and give me the time to regain my strength.  You offer to <i>protect</i> me.  Why?"</span> she sounded as equally curious as she was upset, angry, and insulted.</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>