Your stunning gaze only really seems to freeze one of the men in place... But the sight of a dryad in the doorway is enough of a distraction in and of itself to allow you and your companion to capitalize. The men lower their weapons for just a moment, allowing Sharille to duck low and lash out at the nearest foe, steel blade flickering in the darkness... And opening a deep red grin in her would-be captor's stomach.<br/><br/>And when the mists billow forth, the halfling's magical boots activate... And just as she had earlier in the day, the woman vanishes from sight. The whistling sound of her kukris slicing through the air is the only real indicator you have of her presence...<br/><br/>And unfortunately, you can't spend time to look for others. Through the fog, a large shape looms, and a longsword blasts forward in a vicious lunge. Thankfully, the mists have the man distracted... But your plan is clear. Your own lunge carries you forward, and you feel your blade find purchase in the man's shoulder. With a roar of anger, the man begins to swing wildly, his blade glancing off of your hip even as another whistle of kukris fills the air (-3 HP).