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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">CREATURES LURK BELOW THE DECK<br/>
BUT YOU'RE THE KING AND I'M A LIONHEART</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">Breathing heavily,</span></span></span> the drow eventually did touch down on the cobblestone, for she knew quite well what was coming next, and she was not looking forward to the ensuing pain whatsoever.  When it did came, she let out several yelps and shrieks, only to finally settle into a snarl, then raise her golden falcion high, and swoop down with it.  So fueled with hate was her strike that she likely could have felled a tree in that single blow.  All her training as an assassin had come up to this very moment, as Sbatarra dug her freezing <i>Glacial Eldritch Blow</i> into the woman's chest, drawing a neat line of ice and blood into Sil's flesh, all the way down her torso.<br/>
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Although not maximized (for several very good reasons), the screaming <i>Glacial Edlritch Blow</i> did still strike with an immense power, leaving ripples of eldritch energy in the air where it had been, as well as a loud <i>BANG<b>!</b></i> from where it struck, biting through armour like a rabid dog would chew through hide.  This would be her finest moment as an assassin, the day she defeated not one but two onna-bushi's, and lived to tell the tale.  The day she struck down her rival and sent her bleeding into the dirt, still alive, but only because she had deemed her worthy enough to remain.  Had she only focused more power into that strike, there would have been nothing left of Sililuthsauriva Iskdikilith, nothing but two separate heaps of gore and ice.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"Do you concede?"</span> the warlock asked breathlessly, falling to one knee as all the pain she had endured started coming back to her, the adrenaline of the moment wearing off.  Although her blood was working hard at healing her, it wasn't fast enough to dull this immense pain.</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>