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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">BUT YOU'RE A KING AND I'M A LIONHEART<br/>
AND IN THE SEA THAT'S PAINTED BLACK</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">Swallowing hard,</span></span></span> Sbatarra clutched onto her falchion all the more tightly when that vicious weapon struck her.  She needed to gain the distance, even if that injury threatened to break even more bones.  Her abyssal blood was hard at work with repairing the damage that had already been done, but it could only heal her so quickly, and unless she stepped out of the battle completely, she wouldn't be rejuvenated enough to continue for much longer.  Not with those blows pounding away at her.  Still though, she kept hold of her blade, and kept to the skies, rising an additional five feet and ten feet back, putting a sizable gap between herself and her enemy.  Although she promised herself that if Onigawara still stood after taking such a vicious blow, that she would toss her weapon aside and admit defeat, she found herself having to go against that promise.<br/>
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She couldn't quite strike out against the woman, either.  Although she wanted to win, she didn't want to kill this impressive warrior, as she was finding her to be quite similar to Sil as well as herself.  Another samurai that would escape her clutches, it seemed.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Come now, surely you must be tired, and in need of rest?"</span> the drow huffed, running a hand through her black Mohawk.  She knew such a proud warrior would never submit, and the only way to send her down would be to knock her down yet another peg.  But how many pegs could she fall before death's embrace took hold of her?  Hopefully this next strike wouldn't outright kill the woman, otherwise Sbatarra would have to contend with a furious onna-bushi that would <i>not</i> hesitate in killing her.<br/>
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Thrusting her hand out towards the giant woman, Sbatarra loosed a <i>Glacial Eldritch Spear</i>, though with hardly any of the strength and power as the first attack she had loosed.  Still, it was strong enough to fell an orc, and that was all that mattered.  With luck, it would bring the giant to her knees, and force Sil to step into the battlefield for her.  She wouldn't have to hold back once she began fighting Sil.</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>