The blackscale's bite digs into her, and she yelps in pain- and yelps again at seeing her carefully hoarded bow shot have no effect. She spins away from the bruiser on automatic, already limping and covering the many freely bleeding wounds as best she can... but another blow like that, and she'd be unconscious and well on her way to bulking out a lizard's scales before the hour was out. She could run, and abandon Xarces, or she could fight and like as not condemn herself to a gurgling grave. She looked at the bruiser, the disappointment on his face, and knew that next time he wouldn't fail to keep hold of her. She couldn't allow that to happen... not yet. One hand went to the vial of dragon's blood on her chest. If she was eaten, that would be too, and that much power couldn't be trusted in blackscale claws. That left abandoning a teammate, or... with one quick motion, she pulls the stopper off, twists away from the blackscale, and chugs the dragonsblood- noting with amusement that if her opponents knew what it was, they'd be<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>pissed now. Maybe the smell would be enough to distract them where her arrow hadn't...<br/><br/>[[DRINK THE POTION<img alt=":silly:" src="./images/smilies/silly.gif" title="Silly"/>That took off more than half my HP, so, I'm in deep trouble no matter what... if we're going to put on the bad idea jeans, may as well strut in 'em before getting eaten.]]