<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dex Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20+11 = 17</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wis Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20+9 = 15</div></div><br/>As the attacks came in, Imrae's body dodged and twirled around them, the fabric of her clothing and visible strands of white hair flowing like a dancer. "It was a lesson I took to heart; weakness gets you killed. Your death made me stronger and I will become stronger still." When her opening presented itself, she struck once more at the devil whore. She didn't know if it was the creature causing the illusion or Zerillion, but she was going to find out. And she wasn't going to let them get away with tainting Malsalra's memory.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20+13 = 30</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Damage</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d6+7 = 9 </div></div>