[Sashi: 36/89 hp (40%)*]<br/><br/><br/><br/>[Eyle listen: 1d20(9)+7-4(wind)=12; DC=30; fail]<br/><br/>Unseen, unheard, the predator stalks her prey. Her gait is smooth as glass, utterly silent. Dark green eyes stare intensely at Eyle, reading her for weaknesses.<br/><br/>There. The left shoulder plate. It is only shaped to prevent an attack from the front and above--useless against an attack from below. The assassin makes her move.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Eyle hustles forward, shield and sword ready to block and stab. She knows she cannot win--the dragon has doubled in size, the wolves have doubled in number--but her rage blinds her; she wants at least one of the them to die. The closest to her is Takal, so she charges him and--<br/><br/>"wha--<span style="font-style: italic">hrrk!</span>" Eyle gasps.<br/><br/>A brown-haired human girl appears out of thin air; the knife in her hands plunges into a gap in Eyle's armor and into her ribcage.<br/><br/>[Eyle save vs. death strike 1d20(20)+10=30; DC=18; pass]<br/><br/>The injury is a dire one, but Eyle is a hardened warrior with dozens of scars; she is not so easily brought down. Reflexively, she twists and shoves the human with her shield before the blade can be pushed any deeper.<br/><br/>[Eyle save vs. poison 1d20(2)+10=12; DC=13; fail, Eyle falls unconscious (1d3(1) for 1 hour]<br/><br/>She brings her sword--and her rage--to bear against the human, intending to stab the girl until it comes out the other side. She takes a step forward and pulls back her arm, but when she goes to take the next step her vision blurs and her foot misses the ground. A sticky numbness spreads across her body as she drops face-first to the snow.