Giggling maniacally, the girl changes her stance slightly to a more evasive one, then dashes forwards, shadows clinging to her body. It's hard for him to get a clear image of her, and suddenly, she's right there, grinning into his face. She whispers "Playtime" before grabbing him at the wrist and neck.<br/><br/>Almost instantly, Ancalagon is hurled into a weapon rack, splintering the wooden spear shafts there, though that does very little to cushion his landing. He takes 25 points of damage from the impact, landing prone. On the plus side, the acid seems to have wiped off of his body from this, and she seems to be tiring a little from the rapid exertion.<br/><br/>(You're too far away for her to make an AoO if you decide to stand up from being prone, incidentally.)