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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND IF WE DON'T HIDE HERE<br/>
THEY'RE GOING TO FIND US</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 wail,</span></span></span> Sbatarra almost dropped out of her Fell Flight, visibly shaken from the sheer amount of damage she had suffered.  Despite being tougher than most, such terrible slashes rocked the drow to her very core, and left her bleeding all over.  Across her chest was a thick gash, which was steadily spilling blood, while both arms seemed to be slit into the bicep and forearm for the left and right respectively.  Finally, her left leg seemed to have a deep gash into the inner thigh, the blades having easily cut through her armour and biting into her flesh with that almost unnatural power that the Silverbrow commanded.<br/>
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The drow twitched and spasmed in the air for a brief moment, as if she had been felled right then and there, yet the invocation of her cloak was still active.  After that moment had passed, and the tears of pain were blinked away, Sbatarra spun about and threw a hand forward, calling forth more power than she had previously mustered with before with her Eldritch Spear.  There was a brief lapse in time, as everything seemed to stand still, and the purple, screaming energy ripped through the drow's glove and spiraled through the air.  That spear came flashing towards the Silverbrow just as she began to turn around, ready to decimate the drow.  Little could she realize that she might end up decimated first.<br/>
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Still, that was the best Sbatarra could manage in her weakened state.  She floated backwards a good ten feet, as if she were limping in mid air, as her wounds dripped of black blood and created pooling puddles underneath her.</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>