With a roll of her eyes, Ithi'Ka feels something black and cold clawing its way up from deep in her heart.<i>Pathetic,</i>she murmurs.  So many of her kind would keep their mouths stiff at this, would turn away without care.  If the girl lets it happen then she deserves it.  But Ithi'Ka detests the overt will of the empowered over the week.  She wants someone to do as her dame did for her, as Vulkoor did for his people... give them life, give them hunger.  Give them venom.<br/><br/>So caution would say to let the girl go.  Let her never see Ithi'Ka's shadow, nor catch sight of the blood, but this won't be.<i>No</i>, Ith'Ka heart whispers as the golden-curled man struts past.<i>No, he's going to suffer.  Pain first.  Then shame.  Then death.</i><br/><br/>As he struts past, the meager earnings of another's suffering and humiliation and pain jingling in his pockets, Ithi'Ka lays him out with the unseen swing of the blackjack in her hand.  Her black-clad arm from the shadows makes it look as if the saturnine shadows themselves have reached out to strike him down.  The flat black leather pouch of led pellets cracks against his skull with the dull, sickening thud of deeply impacted bone, and shockwaves of force lance through Roland's skull like a dozen icepicks at once, turning the delicate web of his neurons into rippling putty for that split second.<br/><br/>(Attack: 19+6=25, crit?: 16+6=22, damage 4x2=8+6+2+4=20 subdual... will edit the post if this is insufficient to hit or crit.)<br/><br/>((edit: cut the part where he went down because, evidently, he did not!  :O  ))