After drawing her sword, Aerylinne would suddenly feel like she was being pelted with snowballs. Many white orbs fired from the trees with speed, and though a few missed, three of them hit the young woman. One hit her in the ankle, another struck her in the arm, and the last hit her in the chin. Upon impact, the balls seemed to splatter almost like some slimy fluid, and they spread quickly, drying almost immediately into what felt like thick spider silk. The blob on her arm offered no inhibition, but her foot was rooted to the ground, and the web that hit her in the chin had reached over her lips and part of her throat, preventing her from speaking.<br/><br/>From the shadows stepped seven figures, all of them lean, as well as shapely. Even those who looked to be male had a build with somewhat large hips, for a man, at least. One of them stepped far enough into the moonlight to be clearly visible. She had her hair, all ebony with an occasional white stripe, in a loose bun, pale skin that looked almost ashen, and wore a midnight blue vest over a blue-gray shirt, with tight black pants and boots. In her hands was a large crossbow with an intriguing design; there were handles upon it that looked out of place on a normal crossbow, even ones of such size as an arbalest. Though the woman wore no frown, her eyes, a solid, onyx black, reflected the moonlight coldly. "What are you doing here?" she whispered harshly. "Have those filthy drow decided to send assassins now? Cowards." She spat on the ground at the end of her statement.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>