<i>Aurora's eyes widened in surprise as the battlefield was bathed in choking fumes and writhing tentacles... the tentacles causing the spirit's mind to wander for just a moment but only for a moment, forcing her to reconsider her decision to possess one of the creatures which were even know choking and writhing within the spell-field.<br/>
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Floating through the dirt, she looked up, seeing the massive troll pull forth a bow and loose an arrow back towards the forest, the spirit wincing slightly as she saw the cruel barb create a tit-cabob within the demonic wizardess... she seethed slightly, floating forward and circling invisibly behind the troll, squirming slightly in agitation.</i><span style="color: darkgreen">"Mmmrrrmm... how is she supposed to do anything interesting if you do decidedly unfun things like that?"</span><i>she whispers, her words drifting across the ethereal plane, likely beyond the Troll's ability to hear.  The spirit smiled a bit, leaving her second thought regarding the difference in expectation the tight-laced demon had likely considered the prospect of being impaled.  <br/>
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She waited, pulling her daggers from her ghostly sheathes, waiting for the troll to pull the string taunt again and then half-manifesting, moving her dagger to the edge of the cord and slitting it across the string, causing it to quickly snap and, now that she was partially within the Prime Material, moaning out behind the Troll,</i><span style="color: green">"Naaughty naaughty..."</span><br/><br/><i>Her voice seems distorted, a faint echo clinging to her words and the tone of them keening slightly out of tune.  She appears a pale elfin wisp, her eyes glowing with otherworldly energy and her black armor giving a great deal of contrast from her luminescent skin.  Both her hands hold cruel curved daggers, one having just sliced into and disabled the troll's bow whereas the second was even now punching down into the back of the Troll's neck, pressing her advantage before the lumbering creature could properly respond...</i><br/><br/>((Float behind the Troll, one hand severs his bowstring, the other backstabs into the back of his neck.  Half-manifested))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>