Miri stumbles back, her dark eyes wide, her free hand coming up to touch her stinging cheek.  The blow makes her raven black hair spill out, tumbling in disarrayed waves down her back.  "You... you dare!"  She gasps, her dark eyes flashing with anger.  At the same time, though, her heart quails.<em>He's too tough.  That armor!  And I don't have much magic left...</em>Still, she summons her magic once more, speaking more words of magic as her sword weaves defensively in front of her.  A layer of frost runs up and down the length of her blade, the heat and cold swirling together.  As she finishes the spell, she makes a cautious cut at her enemy.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Swift=arcane strike again.  Spell combat=elemental touch cast defensively.  Since I took the full penalty for improved defensive casting, to hit was only 15.</div></div><br/>