Just before the blast had struck her, Sil was suddenly enveloped in an aura of amber-colored energy, the stuff shining even brighter than Sbatarra's eyes. The blast of pure eldritch energy still made contact, but it seemed to fizzle immensely upon contact, hardly damaging her at all. She gave a slight wince, but showed no other sign of pain. It was then quite obvious that Sbatarra, unfortunately, was fucked.<br/><br/>The aura faded as Sil sheathed her wakizashi, taking the katana in both hands. She cried out, "Drop!" as she made another running leap into the air, and attacked with her sword wreathed in pulsating psychic energy. Her katana bit into Sbatarra's flesh, slashing across the drow's chest and cutting her deeply; she felt the blade crunch onto the elf's sternum, and knew from there that if she had not just killed her there, then Sbatarra was at least very near death.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>