<div class="floatright">(http://s11.postimg.org/3oj9afi43/rsz_12741693.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lyndall</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stat   |   Number<br/>STRENGTH   |   6<br/>ENDURANCE   |   4<br/>AGILITY   |   5<br/>INTELLIGENCE   |   5<br/>CHARISMA   |   6<br/>SOUL   |   3<br/><br/>STRENGTH<br/>-Melee --3<br/>-Unarmed --4<br/>-Physical Exertion --3<br/>ENDURANCE<br/>-Wilderness Survival --2<br/>-Physical Resistance --2<br/>-Sexual Stamina --3<br/>AGILITY<br/>-Ranged Weapons --2<br/>-Thievery --2<br/>-Stealth --2<br/>-Sexual Prowess --2<br/>INTELLECT<br/>-Debate --2<br/>-Studying --2<br/>-Healing --2<br/>-Psychological Resistance --2<br/>CHARISMA<br/>-Diplomacy --3<br/>-Seduction --3<br/>-Seduction Resistance --3<br/>SOUL<br/>-Casting --2<br/>-6th Sense --1<br/>-Spiritual Resistance --2<br/><br/>PU: 10<br/><br/>PPU: 7<br/><br/>Arousal: 6<br/></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">: 1 Demon Power(-1 SPENT)<br/></span></div></div><br/>Lyn could hear the demon before she could see him, amongst the rabble of her side's opponents. True to the word, there were about two dozen here, and that meant she was outnumbered. Too late to consider an advantageous position, now she had to roll with what she had--and she was confident that it would be enough.<br/><br/>A tree exploded nearby, kicked up a shower of smoking chunks and splinters that Lyn had to turn away from to ignore properly. She smiled--that seemed to be a nice demonstration of the power she was soon to have. "<em>I</em>, Lyndall, challenge you, Wan-Chin! You grow soft in your cradle of power, and<em>I</em>am the one to teach you about your complacency! My fee is your power...and I will see to it that you pay in<em>full</em>." That utterance finished, she charged straight for the demon, sword in hand, eyes glowing with channeled power as her motions turned into a blur of speed. Her intent was to find a gap in his guard, and smash the blunt hilt of her sword into his solar plexus--she couldn't take anything from him if he was dead.