The deadly chill surging like electricity through Lythia's bones had gradually begun to dull into a vague ache deep in her marrow. Her condition was quickening; she was already coming down as her rational mind acknowledged that this fight had drawn to its grizzly conclusion.<em>And all the better for it,</em>her mind registered, and already she was back at the inn, curling up by the blazing hearth to tend to her studies...<br/><br/>...so when her bolt whistled by a solid inch to the left of the last standing Fineel,implanting itself harmlessly in the earth several feet from where the knight was standing over the downed peasant woman, Lythia gave a bark of gobsmacked surprise.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled off-site during an IM chat with the DM last night; rolled a 2 to hit. Oops.</div></div>