Hop . . . . hop . . . . hop . . . . jump!<br/><br/>Landing lightly on the bit of land that bordered that inky black water, Kisara dropped into a crouch and looked around. She knew she was in a shadowland, but still, this place was<em>creepy</em>. It was like a hilltop emerging from the sea, with one solitary building on it. Trees, twisted and sickly, grew up around it, and that diseased-looking scrub she heard was common in the area around Thorns covered a lot of the ground and made silent movement a near-impossibility. Shit.<br/><br/>She moved forward slowly, keeping her awareness as broad as she could, trying to be silent. It wasn't easy. The bushes, with their dry, twisted branches, seemed to want to rattle together, and the full moon that let her pick her way more easily also meant anyone coming out of that building could see her. What a mess! And patience was never her strong suit.<br/><br/>Pausing, Kisara chewed her lower lip for a moment. She wasn't good at waiting, she wasn't great at sneaking, and the landscape wasn't conducive to it. All that meant it was time to be stupid - it was the only smart thing to do.<br/><br/>She crept a bit more forward, angling a little so she would be lined up with the main door of the building. Looking up at the closest tree, she tucked her axes away for a moment, testing it tentatively to see if it would hold her weight. Probably, and it wouldn't have to for long anyway. She climbed up to a branch midway up the tree and balanced there. This was the stupidest thing she could think of, which meant it might actually work.<br/><br/>Carefully pulling the axes from her belt, she turned slowly to face the building and raised them over her head, beating them together in a measured rhythm that she felt pretty sure could be heard halfway across the sea in this deathly silence. At the same time, she focused her will briefly and began to glow with that warm, early-morning light, a beacon in on the top of this 'island'. "You in there, the ones who kidnapped that boat of people! You have one chance, let them go and leave them alone, and you may leave this place." Her lips curved in a wicked grin, and she lowered the axes to her sides. "If you refuse, then come and face me, and know that you face one who does not fear you or your wicked ways!"<br/><br/>Decent odds she was going to get killed her. But maybe she could take a few of them with her.