<div class="floatright">(http://geekfightclub.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/PZOPDFAAWROTDUEME.jpg)</div>The moment that Yula appears out of the shadow, the female drow is responsive.  "Div-" she begins to call out to her compatriot before she has to step back, her feet nimble and dancing with the spirit of the elves, but not quite fast enough.  With a hiss of steel against leather, she pulls forth her scimitar, getting it just up enough to push Yula's attack a might to the side.  Still, her rapier pierces into the female drow's side and she lets out a hiss of pain.  The dance of blades is begun, the crossbow crushed under the sharp heel of the kitsune and kicked aside before the table comes toppling down knocking Divdor to the ground.  He falls in a tangle as he tries to get his scimitar ready, finding it beneath the table.<br/><br/>The woman smiles, a broad dangerous smile as she steps back and gets her scimitar into a defending position.  "It is a shame indeed my ears didn't pick you up.  I'll simply have to take yours," she jeers back as she swings her scimitar, the wide blade batting aside the rapier on a couple of thrusts, the footwork of the two women beautiful and flowery.  The drow, up a little closer, has a slightly wild style of fighting, her strength and speed enough that she can use larger movements with her scimitar than many would.  Were she not already injured by Yula's jab, she would be quite a difficult foe even on her own, but her step is a bit slowed, her reflexes a bit off.  Soon she has her back to another stained glass window, this one depicting two women curled up together, twisted in sheets and each other, one pale as moonlight the other black as night.<br/><br/>This subtly erotic scene draws for a moment Yula's eyes to the drow's figure, encased in black leather as she is the dark elf is still a beauty to behold.  Her features are elven with a bit of a sour demeaner, whether it's a resting bitch face situation or having been impailed isn't completely clear at the moment.  The thin leather armor moves well with her body, she clearly has had practice with it and seems to be toned and lithe.  Like most elves, her breasts aren't exceptionally large, though the drow do seem to have slightly more up top than their wooded cousins.  As she flicks Yula's blade and spins away, a fine sight of her backside in tight leather pants is also shown, just a wonderfully pert rounded sight.  Her hair, white as her skin is black, also flicks about in an attractive, almost fashionable way though the odd drow topknot is certainly an exotic choice.<br/><br/>"You fight well, Overlander," she hisses out with a snarl forming on her face, "But surely you can't mean to fight us all.  What is it you seek?"<br/><br/><strong>Yula, you dance and spin with grace and violence!  This two against one fight has become a duel of flipping skirts and well formed leather.  What do you do?</strong>