The increasingly hungry drow would cast another spell, wreathing herself in a shimmering haze as she moves to confront the strange creatures. As more magic flows through her veins, she feels that growing primal desire within her, the want growing as the strange beings come into close quarters. She wonders why they were so deformed, whatever life magic had done to them... perhaps it was related to the other attacks?<br/><br/>(Casting shield on self, moving to behind celara, wanting to get into melee)