Malia curses herself under her breath.  The guard's weapon swings are simply too wide and erratic for her to manage a good parry and the elf takes a cut for her troubles.<strong>"No-!  Damn you!"</strong>She barks at the guard, making ready to lunge at him with her dagger...  at least until the guard suddenly drops to his knees and starts beating his head on the ground.<br/><br/>Stunned in silence, Malia's eyes widen in horror as the entire room suddenly turns into what looks like a macabre piece of performance art, if you could somehow get an entire troupe of actors to cave their heads in in unison.   ...Not<strong>actually</strong>out of the question for Cheliax, but certainly rare and certainly not this spontaneously.  The whole thing is just... wrong.   Deeply, deeply wrong.  All the adrenaline Malia felt as she tried to stab the guard drains from her system and she finds herself frozen in terror, watching the hideous display with undisguised look of horror on her face.   It's all she can do to keep from dropping to her knees and weeping openly, her willpower instead being just enough to keep the dagger wobbling in the air in her hand as she mournfully shakes her head, tears streaming down her face as she silently mouths "No... no.... stop!"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls/Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Will save:  16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111685) +1 = 17   Oi.  That was gonna be tough to beat.<br/>Malia HP:  5/9<br/>AC/Touch/FlatFooted/CMD: 14/14/10/14<br/></div></div>