The blast of magical energy, even though the samurai was prepared for an attack, still managed to plant itself firmly into her chest. She grunted with pain at the attack, but still stood tall and proud. The visage that stood before her she found quite interesting; it was not often that one found a dark elf anywhere but The Underdark. That she was flying, had black hair and wielded such odd powers made her curious about what could possibly be with the elven woman. She replied curtly with a bow that was more of a sharp jerk of her head than anything else, her eyes not leaving the elf at all. Her master, the one who trained her when she was young, had taught her one of the most important lessons of her life, and his words rung clearly in her head: '<i>Never take your eyes off of your opponent. Even when you bow.</i>' "Onna-bushi Sililuthsauriva Iskdikilith, at your service."<br/><br/>No other warning was given before Sililuthsauriva ran forth again, her katana being the only one to glow this time, though instead of the mere aura it had before, it now pulsated and throbbed with psychic energy, looking almost like some kind of supernatural fire. With a cry, she again leapt at the drow, only making one attack at her this time; perhaps it was a show of mercy? But the blow still struck, the energy surging into the strike.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>