Alaedra can feel the ache of her wounds, the air cool against them where it filters in through the remains of her shredded clothing. Alaedra is drow, and not particularly inhibited, yet somehow being strippied like this bothers her a little. Maybe it's just different when displaying your body isn't your choice, no matter how nice that body is, and Alaedra's body is very nice.<br/><br/>Alaedra knows she doesn't have much left. She's worn to the point where she knows she's one small slip away from a proper defeat, yet now she feels commited, fairly certain this fiend must be close to the edge herself. It's just a matter of finding or creating an advantage, something more do-able against just one opponent.<br/><br/>Slidding sideways, back, once more jockeying for position, Alaedra looks for maybe something she can use, another stool to kick, or something like that. Some kind of distraction, or bluff, but if she can't find anything Alaedra knows her chain has two ends. If she can knock the fiend off balance for even a moment, Alaedra is sure she can take advantage.<br/><br/>((OOC: Trying to Bluff. If it works, the next round Alaedra will go all out and maybe that little bit of extra damage she can do will do the trick. Hopefully, heh.))