He paused for a second, before carefully pulling out a small ball, a couple ounces for one of his distractions, and tossed it to the other side of the room, as he continued to stalk closer. Killing her was easy, a scorching ray this close would fry her, but going back without answers was not a favored result. Besides, his own pride and belief in himself was at stake, and just leaving would destroy his reputation inside the guild. He slipped through the slowly dispersing smoke, and froze, resting near the post for a moment. It was a waiting game, and she didn't know where he was, which was his main advantage. She also had to get out, like him, but her desire to report a success would make it a higher priority.