<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">39277 Damage: At 2012-07-04 06:38:43, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d4a2 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39277)<br/>39276 To Hit: At 2012-07-04 06:38:24, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39276)</div></div>The smell of corroded plaster and paint on the wall is nauseating, stinging at her nose and eyes.  She distances herself from the acid-splashed wall by crouching low, passing her second dagger from her left hand to her favored right in a smooth motion.  Seeing her opportunity, she springs up-- the leather armor creaking on her lithe frame as she springs forward, arm cocked back to her ear, and lets the dagger fly in a quick overhand whip at the acid-throwing sneak's face.  The man's creased, dark features tense in surprise a moment too late as the dagger plants itself just below his neck, burying up to the hilt with a cold, meaty thunk.<br/><br/>She braces herself for the next attacks, slipping two more daggers from her belt, readying to move past Cairn if need be.