"Yessss!" Arithmaya hissed as her beloved mistress laid a powerful punch into one of the coarse gaurds.<br/><br/>Spinning around, arm lifting in an arcane gesture, she picked out one of the elves handling the pack horse and hissed three words.  Magic arched through her body and a shooting star of pure force pummeled that elf.<br/><br/>"Leave the horse and go if you want to live," she growled.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://Magic Missile (Caster Level 2)<br/>d4+1 Damage<br/>Current AC 19</div></div>