Shay held up her hands when the half-elf commanded; this is what she got for attempting things outside of her expertise. She wouldn't make the same mistake again. "Alright," Shay said. "Take it easy. You've caught me." Or course, even as she said the words, a spell crackled to life within her hand. Side-stepping the half-elf's dagger, Shay waited for the woman to face her--so that she could unleash a<em>Color Spray</em>right into her face. Magic had gotten her this far, hopefully it would get her out of this situation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <em>Color Spray</em> DC 13<br/><span class="bbc_u">Remaining</span><br/>1st: 1 of 7<br/>2nd: 1 of 4 </div></div>