With her leg pinned as it was, Ilvatha stood no chance of avoiding Fael's strike, howling in pain as the elf's blade sliced through her chest.  She could also feel that the fight was nearing an end, and was barely able to summon more strength to blind Fael with another bright flash, giving her just enough time to pull the wooden spike out of her leg.  She tried to stand, both legs now bleeding profusely, and conjured her sword again, stepping back to get ready for one last charge....<br/><br/>At 2012-06-22 15:15:41, Ilvatha (uid: 22369) rolls: 1d20 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38841)<br/>At 2012-06-22 15:15:49, Fael (uid: 22369) rolls: 1d20 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38842)<br/><br/>She never got the chance, however.  The area to either side of her was almost perfectly clear, with no foliage in the way.  That should have been a hint, because as soon as her foot stepped into that clearing, both sides of the ground rose up, dirt and debris falling away to reveal solid floor hidden just underneath.  They smashed together with a loud clap, falling away again to reveal a much more battered Ilvatha, bleeding from several additional cuts, and one arm clearly broken.  She tried to wave her other arm, attempting to conjure one last spell... but her strength was fading, and only a few small flames appeared before she collapsed to the floor.  "No... I was supposed to... win this, damn you..." she called out to the elf as she struggled to get back on her feet again.<br/><br/><strong>Fatality Mode</strong>