Kisara scowled as the clammy Queen stepped backwards through the door. "Dragons dammit! Get back here, you sopping bitch!" she swore keeping pace with the ghostly woman as best she could. When her hands started moving, shifting in mystical patterns, as she muttered in Old Realm, a ball of black energy hovering there, Kisara smirked. Sorcerers. Always thought that was the answer to any question, especially in a fight.<br/><br/>Chopping off a hand would at least stop the spell from going off, even if it didn't look like she could be permanently severed at this point.<br/><br/>Bloodied but not beaten, the silver-haired woman launched another attack. Even as she did so, however, hands whipped around the ghost's face, gagging her and cutting off the flow of words mid-stream. The spell shattered without a whimper - thank all the gods for that - and she was even clutching behind herself, trying to shake the person - a young man, Kisara thought - who'd maybe stupidly thrown himself at her with the gag.<br/><br/>Adjusting the swing, Kisara took another swing at the Drowned Queen, hoping this time to do something a bit more permanent.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>OOC:<br/><br/>Kisara's attack: At 2019-10-15 21:29:16, Ivory Dawn (uid: 67904) rolls: 1d20 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140548) 14+7+5=26, hit. At 2019-10-15 21:30:31, Ivory Dawn (uid: 67904) rolls: 1d10 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140551) 2+3=5, 1dmg<br/><br/>I assume she's out of range of the mob, so no fray die.<br/><br/>Kisara: AC 4, HP 11/14, Effort 1/3</em></div></div>