With a single deft stroke, the tiefling runs the maggot through, skewering it on her polearm, the disgusting vermin too slow to escape the grisly death she offers up at the edge of her glaive. Only her weapon's long reach keeps her from being splattered by the gore spilling from it.<br/><br/>Almost simultaneously, Lissa's stilettos cut through the air. One buries hilt-deep itself in the maggot's pallid flesh, ichor and gore oozing from the wound as it shudders and grows still.<br/><br/>It's over almost before it began... though the sickening scent hangs in the air, undefeated by their skill at arms.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">One maggot dead, the other one knocked unconscious.<br/><br/>100 XP apiece. Out of initiative.</div></div>