Ilvatha only laughed as she danced away from Fael's strike.  "Some veteran you are," she mocked before running forward for another attack...<br/><br/>At 2012-06-13 15:42:51, Ilvatha (uid: 22369) rolls: 1d20 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38660)<br/>At 2012-06-13 15:43:00, Fael (uid: 22369) rolls: 1d20 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38661)<br/><br/>Unfortunately, her overconfidence kept her from noticing the vine on the ground rising up to grab her ankle.  She was suddenly pulled to the side mid-step, landing hard on her shoulder with a grunt.  Her sword fell from her hand, vanishing before it hit the floor, but all she could do was shake her head to try and come to her senses.<br/><br/>A moment later, she felt something needle-sharp sink into her leg, which was hidden by the foliage.  She let out a piercing scream, to the obvious amusement of the crowd as laughter could be heard throughout the arena.  Ilvatha was only concerned with kicking whatever it was that had stabbed into her leg.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Remaining HP:</span><br/>Ilvatha: 4<br/>Fael: 3