Though it was sudden, Sililuthsauriva was able to expect the second blast, though she had her psionic powers to thank for it. Her eyes had turned lilac again, and just barely she had managed to dodge the bolt of energy. That little smidgen of insight had saved her from taking another hit that, from what she could tell, would have been a far more devastating one than the last. Still, she knew that it was going to be very close, and that she only had one last shot to take her enemy down.<br/><br/>Giving her swords a quick twirl in her hands, it looked that she intended not to strike with her blade, but the blunt side of her swords, making sure that the edge would not pierce her armor. "You may call me Sil. Many people have difficulties with the more exacting aspects of the dragons' tongue," she answered, her katana bathed in the psychic flames again. With a leap and a cry of "Kyeeaaah!" she struck, the back of her katana hitting hard and true on the side of the warlock's head. The energy faded from her sword, and she stood over the fallen drow. She studied her for but a few seconds, and then snatched away the lead glove and the vial, and stepped back to the pool of Oerthblood. She filled it up, screwed the stopper back on it, and offered both the now-full vial and the glove back.<br/><br/>A look in her eye that was both of satisfaction and of an unexpected kindness, Sil said, "I have told you my name and title. Before you leave, would you please offer your own? I would say I have at least earned that privelege." Her katana and wakizashi were in hand again, and she had taken one step back, giving her defeated foe enough room to rise comfortably.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>