"My move..." The infiltrator murmurs, casting her eyes around the room in the hopes that there is something, anything, that she can do to get away from this<em>thing.</em>"I'm, uh, sorry... I don't think I can match your little trick there. Making myself uglier has never b-been high on my list..."<br/><br/>The snark is really all she has at this point... after all, she can't win this fight. But she's certainly not about to just give up and get herself eaten...<br/><br/>So, she does really the only thing she can. In a blur of motion, she whips one of her throwing knives free of its sheathe and hurls it straight for the dragon's face, feinting like she's going to charge... and then diving away, sprinting at full tilt in an attempt to make it out the back door and away from the Censor in his new lizard body...<br/><br/>She just hopes her legs can carry her fast enough...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I'm gonna get eaten. X_x<br/>Attack roll: Dex + Thrown (7-1):3 hits. <br/>Sprint (Str+ Athletics)(5-1):2 hits </div></div>