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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">'CAUSE THEY'RE ALL SPIES<br/>
THEY'RE ALL SPIES</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 scoff,</span></span></span> Sbatarra looked down towards both of her hands, staring at them intently as if there was something on them, other than her fur lined gloves.  She remained silent for several moments, before looking back up towards the samurai.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"A duel implies fighting with the intent to settle a debt or point of honour,"</span> she began, her hand resting on the hilt of her falchion again, the grip tightening noticeably.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"There is no honour in being an assassin, as you throw aside such ideals if you're ever going to succeed along the path.  I do, however, owe a dept to my guild leader.  I promised him I would take your life, and now, I intend to do such,"</span> she nodded, drawing her blade and holding it steadily in one hand.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Thank you for the talk.  It was... nice,"</span> she offered, with a brief smile, before holding out her other hand and letting out a sharp hiss.<br/>
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What came forth from her hand was a spiraling, almost earsplittingly loud Frightful Eldritch Spear, ripping through the air with such a speed and velocity that it rivaled the samurai's lightning strikes from the day before.  The ebbing energy would rocket for the woman's chest, unable to pierce deep and penetrate into her heart, given her armour, but still cause significant damage if the blow connected.  It wouldn't be the only strike, however, as a second Frightful Eldritch Spear came whistling immediately after, wailing with its frightful quality, but moving at a significantly slower speed than the first.  With both attacks loosed, Sbatarra dove for the side, lifting herself up with the unfurling wings of her cloak, bringing her close to the ceiling and even further away from the samurai, totaling fifty feet in distance.<br/>
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In the palm of her free hand was another Eldritch Spear, though it wasn't fully formed, and would need more time to completely develop to be thrust at its target.</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>