<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Dreamshard.png)</div><strong>Dreamshard</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dreamshard</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kNg8ah8aKGvKW1dR3yVltg70KJJU8HBXotjecZlDVO4/edit<br/>1 Bruise<br/></div></div><br/>Dreamshard stood up straight and 'tilted her chin up to get a better look at the young detective.  She felt deliciously wicked for it, but she took a half step closer so that looking at her face would also send his eyes down to her cleavage.  She even clasped her hands behind her back as they talked.<br/><br/>“That's right,” she replied with a nod.  “Spell like that most people learn for self defense, but when you're strong enough they can be every bit as effective as military weapons.  Don't worry, I won't abuse them.  If there hadn't been so many innocents in their life of fire, I would have just been putting them all to sleep.”<br/><br/>Dreamshard tucked a strand of raven black hair behind one ear as the public started to cautiously converge.<br/><br/>“Can you take it from here, detective?  I really should get going.”<br/><br/>She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a business card, then slipped it into his breast pocket.  “Can't say that I have a bat phone, but I check that e-mail every day if you want to get a hold of me.”<br/><br/>She took a step back, gave a winsome wave to the reporters, then disappeared in a pop of displaced air.