The predator you may be... but even the mouse will sometimes outwit the lion. Shaking off the "cobwebs" of the woman's effect, you chase off after her down the path, practically tearing through the underbrush as you desperately seek the one who has stolen almost all of your worldly possessions... literally from right underneath you!<br/><br/>However, another turn... and the woman is gone. Completely vanished.<br/><br/>Confused, you probably slow down a bit for just a moment, looking around in an attempt to locate your "prey..." and find nothing. No hide nor hair. It's as if the world just swallowed her up.<br/><br/>For one dark moment, all seems hopeless... and then you hear the sneeze. Tiny, quiet; and to lesser ears, perhaps even imperceptible. But as you said, you are the Huntress of the woods... and the huntress knows the sound that says her quarry is near.<br/><br/>Or was, at least... as soon as you turn to face the sound, a shifting and shaking of the brush indicates that the woman is off again, charging deeper and deeper off the beaten path and into the dark woods. And you, like the spirit of vengeance itself, on her heals...<br/><br/>"Power Word: Drift!" You hear her before you see her... and the sight you see is her gliding through the air, leaping over a chasm that is easily 15' wide as if it were nothing more than a dried creek bed. As her feet touch down on the other side, the wench turns... and waves at you, as if daring you to follow.