Some have blood that sings with the joy of battle.<br/><br/>Cairn was the stone she was named after.<br/><br/>Slight shift sideways, and the vial flew past her.  Her face still impassive she  willed away her lingering discomfort and struck again, lower this time around her shield.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">  to hit:  39278   Noone or Anyone   2012-07-04 07:16:20   At 2012-07-04 07:16:20, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=39278)  An 8!  Crap!<br/><br/></div></div><br/>No good, no good, a clumsy strike.  But they would not get past her while she stood.  She sensed daggers and quarrels flicking past her, saw enemies go down, odd liquid spattering at their feet... that was enough.  She'd stand and take it.<br/>