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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">CLEARLY I REMEMBER<br/>
FROM THE WINDOWS THEY WERE WATCHING<br/>
WHILE WE FROZE DOWN BELOW</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">Blinking,</span></span></span> Sbatarra felt incredibly dumb for not remembering how skilled giants were with throwing stones, especially hill giants.  Of course, she remembered when a particularly large boulder struck her in the chest, threatening to cave her entire chest in with the sheer power of the blow.  She had plenty of time to think about that mistake as she came crashing to the ground, thudding her back into the dirt with such a force that would have crushed an ordinary elf.  Again and again she found more and more times to thank her abyssal heritage, rather than scorn it.<br/>
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Despite her healing capabilities, and her general toughness, she was still quite bloodied, with lines of black blood running down her lips from her injured face.  She would hate to feel the bruise from that tree on her jaw the next morning.  Another reason to appreciate her ancestors.  Rather than flying this time, Sbatarra ran back a good thirty feet, taking cover behind one of the thicker trees, just after loosing a spiraling Eldritch Spear.</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>