<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20 → [4] = (4)<br/>1d20 → [2] = (2)<br/><br/>No you're not :P you've got a 50/50 chance of winning now!<br/> (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3566974/)</div></div><br/>"I told you!  I'm not a killer!"  Aella retorted, limping towards Vulpae as she deflects his attacks, coughing several times before pressing her counterattack.  "Does it even count when the one you're fighting is already dead anyway?"<br/><br/>She parries another blow, and makes ready for the finishing strike, her gauntlet shivering in preparation as she readied the finishing blow...  But she forgot something very important.<br/><br/>This was the Arena, not a battleground willing to simply wait quietly.<br/><br/>A loud keening noise shattered the somber silence of the arena, drawing Aella's attention as she turned to the right, gasped, and brought her arms up in a defensive posture.<br/><br/>It didn't really help, as the near wall of water--one of the "Waves" of the battleground smashed into her, ragdolling her down several dozen meters, pummeled and battered by the waves as she strove to stay conscious, her cape flying off, and the water forcing it's way in, re-opening the still-healing cracks in her gear, and finally starting to spill up into her helmet before she came to a halt a fair distance away, dripping wet and coughing as the water leaked out enough to keep her face clear, before the armor sealed once again.<br/><br/><strong>Trap!<br/><br/>Aella 1<br/>Vuplae 1</strong>