<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>Diadra was somewhat annoyed that the creature hadn't had the decency to fall to her first blow, but such were the wages of combat.  The attacks upon her made her hiss in pain, even as her emerald eyes glittered like flames at it's words.  The rootlets were painful, but the words that came from her next were calm and unhurried, completely at odds with her actions. "Very well then.  Even the greatest dragon can be felled by a single arrow, and I am no 'mere mortal', to your detriment."<br/><br/>Spinning in a blade dance that turned her into a whirlwind of death, Diadra tore at the creature with her blade first, then hit it's oddly shaped knees from the side in an attempt to trip the creatures.  A deft redirection of the whirlwind sent the butt of<em>Feringale</em>into the ground and her into the air above the demon, the blade coming down tip-first before her.<br/><br/>((Acrobatics 8+20=28, Power Attacking.  First attack 14+20=34, Second exchanged to Trip (AoO) 15+17=32, third 19, crit threat, 19 to confirm (23 if it's prone).  Damage: First 35 Physical, 3 fire, 6 holy.  Third 30 (95) Physical, 25 fire, 7 holy.))