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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">HIS CROWN LIT UP THE WAY AS WE MOVED SLOWLY<br/>
PASS THE WONDERING EYES OF THE ONES THAT WERE LEFT BEHIND</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">Although most of her actions may have seemed impatient,</span></span></span> Sbatarra was anything but.  Most of the time, she was able to think on her feet and react to situations that others would have needed far more time for, but given her occupation as an assassin, and the long life she had lived thus far, she had more than enough patience to wait out the decades to come.  Such was the case when they arrived at their destination, following the twists and turns of the misty morning, finally coming to the spacious square.  Upon their arrival, Sbatarra began calling upon her various invocations, putting her through a series of changes that could be unsettling to those more inexperienced in adventuring.  <br/>
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<i>Entropic Warding</i> was the first to be called upon, and with it, wisps of smoke began to flutter here and there around the base of her feet, before rising up and consuming her entire form, masking her entire body with a dense smog.  That would fade after a few seconds, seeping into her armour and flesh, giving the overall texture and colour of her gear and self a darker tone, with a few smokey tendrils rippling from her body here and there, like a massive worm rising and diving back into the sandy desert.<br/>
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<i>Fell Flight</i> soon followed, and with that, the dark texture flowed into her tattered cloak, wrapping around it and twisting it to form bat-like wings.  The wings were of course extended to match someone of her height, and at full length, they were something close to five to six feet across each.  They furled up and remained rested behind her back, giving her back a sort of unnatural, throbbing disc shaped object.  <br/>
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Finally, just to be safe, she activated her <i>Spiderwalk</i> invocation as well, which drew even more unnatural, smokey energy to her form, this time creating black appendages along her sides, as if she was growing extra arms, until two extra sets appeared, one above her real arm growing out of the shoulder, and the other set beneath her arms.  Such things would not last, just like her <i>Entropic Warding</i>, and they would begin to twist and wrap around each other, before the top two circled her real arms and melted into the flesh, whereas the bottom two twisted around her legs.  Were she not wearing any armour, her flesh would have been stained with black tattoos of wicked spider limbs, circling from shoulder to fingertip, and thigh to toe.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"Someone better have had already paid off the guards to avoid this place.  I'd hate for our little bout to be interrupted by the law,"</span> the warlock chuckled, reaching up for her gold falchion and drawing it to rest the tip against the ground, and her weight against the hilt, giving her some extra support as she practically leaned against the blade.  She was ready to speak again when she saw their opponent, and boy was she pleased to have a partner for this.  She did not want to tangle with such a beast alone.  Still, despite her immediate intimidation, the woman seemed slow and sluggish given the weight of her weapon and  the size of her body, so perhaps relying on speed would be key in fighting this one.  Sbatarra just had to make sure she didn't get hit, for a blow with a weapon of that caliber would likely shatter every bone in the area and take ages to heal.  That is, provided her head wasn't the first thing to get caved in, in which case she would die outright in the first few seconds of the fight.<br/>
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You can't get paid when you're dead.<br/>
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After a few moments of mulling over how to fight this woman, after having already checked out the square and determining key points to strike from, she opened her mouth to speak once more, before noticing a particular woman.  Sililuthsauriva.  <br/>
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Immediately thoughts were racing through the drow's head, and the one that kept popping up was 'why is she here?!', for she was never told that their opponent would have a second.  She assumed that since this large beast of a woman was so prideful, and could likely take out Baltazar on her own, he needed a second to help take her down.  Apparently, the honed assassin had agreed on a two-on-two fight without ever realizing it would actually be two-on-two.  Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but since she saw who Onigawara's second was, she was beginning to have second thoughts.  'No,' she told herself, shaking her head slowly and gaining a grin that was practically dripping venom with out wicked it appeared.  This was perfect.  A chance to prove herself once again to Sililuthsauriva, whom she had had plenty of time to think about in these past few days.  She would enjoy every second of this fight, and greatly relish beating the onna-bushi down.<br/>
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With a friendly wave, and a wink of one eye, Sbatarra smiled and greeted Sil with all the kindness she could muster.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"It's a pleasure seeing you again, <i>samurai</i>,"</span> she said, having to speak up a bit given the group's distance from one another.  Something about calling the woman a samurai brought a deep joy to the drow, as if she were insulting the woman through words of kindness and respect.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I trust you've been fairing well?  Tell me, how is <i>Thrice</i> doing these days?"</span> she asked, tilting her head and seeming as casual as she possibly could.  She had her suspicions of <i>Thrice</i>, and had assumed up to this point that it was the next target of this group of ninjas, so anything Sil could offer would help Sbatarra fit the puzzle together.</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>