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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">IF WE DON'T HIDE NOW<br/>
THEY'RE GOING TO CATCH US WHERE WE SLEEP</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 saw her spell fizzle, and knew right then and there that this is where she would die.  She would die at the hands of one better than her, felled by the blade of the lawful and just, defeated by everything she saw as weak.  She offered no retreat, for there was nowhere she could go that would keep her safe from the samurai's mighty strike.  As she floated there, ready to accept her fate, the blade crashed into her chest, biting in deep and spilling blood in a vicious burst of every shade of black imaginable.  She did as she was told, though not of her free will, and dropped to the ground with a sickening crack.  Somewhere, a bone was broken, and another cracked.  Nevermind that her chest armour was practically ruined, what with two thick gashes having cut right through it.<br/>
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On the ground, mouth agap and eyes wide, Sbatarra twitched in the most uncomfortable of positions, leg bent awkwardly and arm locked behind her back.  If she wasn't moved soon, her demonic healing would keep her bleeding but unable to stand before she drowned in her own spurting blood.</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>