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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND THE SPIES CAME OUT OF THE WATER<br/>
BUT YOU'RE FEELING SO BAD 'CAUSE YOU KNOW</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 a sharp hiss,</span></span></span> Sbatarra flailed her injured arms for a brief moment, before tumbling backwards and upwards, avoiding a complete and utter decapitation, floating upwards in the air to avoid the reach of those deadly weapons.  Her reaction continued almost upon instinct as she fled, as a hand shot out in mid-flail and sent out a chillingly Frightful Eldritch Spear, a miasmic unnatural glob with an ebbing purple glow, fashioned in the same spiraling shape of a thrown spear.  The action snapped her out of her invisibility, revealing the black haired drow, hovering there in the air and looking quite surprised about the whole ordeal.<br/>
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If she didn't have demon blood coursing through her veins, and all the perks that came with it, such powerful strikes would have sent her writhing in pain, recoiling against the sharp sting of the cold iron and power behind those blows.  Although her armour remained unharmed, she was certain that she could feel the pooling of blood underneath on her forearms and against her side.  Whoever this woman was, she wouldn't be an easy kill.  Still, despite the immense pain, the assassin knew that her wounds would heal, even if it was slowly.  If she could remain out of this samurai's reach, then she would win the battle eventually.  Honour and respect for ones enemies were two things that this assassin obviously didn't know.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"Your name?"</span> she asked coolly, trying to seem less harmed and intimidated by that strike than she actually was.</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><br/>( Fuck samurais. )<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>