In the moments before room erupts into blasts of arcane and psionic death, Ithi'Ka's small nose wrinkles in disgust at the dog-girl's pathetic display of supplication.  She stifles a groan at their execution of her bluff, unsurprised as it crumbles like burned paper when presented to a semi-competent enemy... but this one's radiating confidence, arrogance, deadly poise?  No, no, this one will have to be dealth with.  But if it's to be kept quiet-- her silver eyes flash with fury as the Devout and his brainwashed, retarded fuck-toy scurry for the door.<i>No,</i>she thinks as she slinks after them,  they can't escape...<br/><br/>She skirts the edge of the room and pursues them, her feet soundless on the dark wood of the stairs, edging up them at a crouch like a cat slinking away without taking its eyes from an approaching sniffer-dog.  She hears the confrontation and the order to kill, receiving it with no surprise.  She knew with the certainty that one expects thunder after lightning that it would follow, so she sets herself to the grim task of slaughtering the witness. She teases the arrowhead of the nocked shaft in her hands as if willing the keen, expertly-honed edge sharper.  Of course, she wants to do it this time... she can't contain her revulsion at his smug, sancimonious parading of the brainwashed, sexually-objectified 'dog'.  Even if it's a pathetic human girl, nothing should be reduced of its mind to something so inferior... to be made primal and predatory in simplicity and independence is, perhaps, a blessing to some... but a lolling, pathetic beast of whimpers, something that begs for affection and slinks apologetically when kicked away?<br/><br/>She hears the floor erupt in the room below her as the floor erupts into splinters... now she has more reason to be upstairs.  Her preternatural vision sees every detail in the darkness upstairs, and when she's close enough to be certain, she visualizes the arrow's path.  She sees it in her mind traveling in a smooth flash of deadly black through the air, then feels in her mind the shock of impact, the odd sensation of a punch of some force mixed with the deep-body severing of sinews that means something is deadly, deadly wrong-- she can practically feel what he will feel, the triangular bit of steel splitting the jutting bones of the spine and severing the rope of nerves within the bone shaft, just between his shoulderblades.<br/><br/>Then, it's time to act, not visualize.  She lets the arrow fly-- at this distance, the massive force of the heavy, enchanted longbow is brutally unnecessary, but with her mastery?  It's simply artful.  And without even thinking, she fires again.<br/><br/>Trying to sneak attack point-blank, then rapidshot follow-up.  To hit: 15+12=27.  Damage: 7+2=9.  If sneak: 2d6=7, total 16.  Follow-up: 11+10=21.  Damage: 3+2=5.  Would total 21 damage if everything comes together.