<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll Witness</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-06-09 02:29:08, Galanthor (uid: 14292) rolls: 2d4a2 DC: 5 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59429)</div></div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/1469882-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div>He could see it! he could see the the tiny movement in the outlines. It was clear as day, Ilian guessed that they thought themselves invisible and didn't try to hide their intent for that matter...or...they just never learned how to mask it. Anyways, knowing where they would aim, made it easy to evade and trusting in his analytic skill he made as few movement for it as he could. A nudge of his head here, a step to the side there, all while watching the shapes around him. They were fluttering shapes, seemingly build of magic, even to his eyes barely visible.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to deduce what exactly was "attacking" him. He was so sure in fact that he didn't even so much as frown at them, because he was right, he wasn't in too much danger right now. This was more of a cheap trick played on him, then an actual assasination, because whatever the item was, they threw at him...it didn't seem to be a weapon.<br/><br/>"I know, this is fun, but...", he began softly, casual evading another throw and trying to act as bored as possible "...could you stop that? Half of me is a fairy as well and i kinda can see you which sort of makes this whole thing boring. However...if you insist on playing this little game..."<br/><br/>He paused, a nasty looking dagger appeared in his hand as he looked straight at the next shape he presumed to throw at him next. Yellow eyes glared, glowing slightly as if a fire behind them awakened. His lips formed a malicious grin. He looked very much capable of anything, murder being one of the more pleasant things among them. An unspeaken thread was carried in his gaze.<br/><br/>"...I'll have to end it."<br/><br/>It was a bluff, he wouldn't hurt them more then needed and surely no more than he could heal them afterwards. There was enough blood on his hands and Illian considered the fairies more his kin, than humanity. He really hoped that they wouldn't consider getting cut into shreds being "fun".<br/><br/>Tightening his grip around his dagger, his slided apart, giving him a slightly crouching stance. They wouldn't surprise him and neither would he allow them to slow him down much further. If he was followed, every second would count.