<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/MkdOVAW.jpg?2)</div>Baudhiel is unsure if the sphere will dissipate with the imp's death, so she holds back a few steps, her breasts heaving as she seeks cool air to ease the scorching sensation in her lungs.  She readies a spell, her hands glowing and flexing like talons clutching pure sunlight.  "You had your chance."<br/><br/>Careening her body forth, she launches a fresh volley of missiles, then another, then another, another... each burst of missiles finding its target with a flashing burst of compacted magical energy that matches the glowing, unending fury in her eyes.