Celestia cried out in surprise as the bastard managed to land a lucky blow upon her. She winced in pain and took a slow deep breath before she dared make her own move.<strong>Lucky bastard.</strong>she spat, bringing her blade up, feeling as though she could do some real damage. She noticed something red shining over the body of fallen foe and frowned, willing herself to stay focused as she attempted to run the man before her (w1) through. There was nothing after all she could do until her allies identified whatever it was, though it did have her curiosity. Taking out the ones that were standing was more important.<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">Attack rolls: 1d20a11 Result: 31 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29023)<br/>Attack rolls for Crit: 1d20a11 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29024)<br/>Damage rolls: 1d6a3 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29025)<br/>Sneak Attack rolls: 3d6 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29026)<br/></div></div>