The blast struck her, robbing her of stamina and strength. She was in dire straits now, and the barrage of attacks would spell her end. With vines holding her in place and a concealment spell failing her, Kiarra turned instead to the only option she had left. Quickly retrieving her dagger from her waist, she sliced at the vines, muttering a prayer of forgiveness as she did so. She was striking at her home, at the land she cradled with affection.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>[ Roll '8', Dexterity/Attack +4 = '12' ]