<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/r9juJQ3.jpg)</div><br/>Well....that didn't work....the thought rang through Gwyndolin's mind as she stood there with the leader, who apparently wasn't really the leader, in hand, standing their awkwardly feeling a bit foolish, "Well...that didn't work..." the young witch muttered, her words echoing her thoughts perfectly. When the apparent true leader of the group laid down the ultimatum, Gwyndolin once again found herself accidentally quipping at him "well you weren't exactly dolling out mercy before hand to be fair..." she muttered, looking to her companions and giving a short, apologetic shrug.<br/><br/>As the beast fish person came ramming towards her with his trident, the sharpened points glinting dangerously in the light of the sun, Gwyndolin quickly placed her foot into the not-leader's back and used the fishwoman as a spring board to leap out of the way of the attack, dramatically back flipping through the air. At the crest of her jump she glanced towards the bridge and saw Rose sink her dagger into the chest of one of the merfolk, scoring a clean kill that threatened to leave the dark huntresses thong soaked with liquid excitement, by the goddess there was nothing that turned her on like seeing Rose fight (well, except for literally everything else Rose did), so elegant and confident, yet ruthless and efficient. However she noticed that the other fishman had been enraged by his ally's death, and went to charge at her.<br/><br/>With a quick nod of her head the shadow that had stepped forward to defend Rose suddenly sprang into action, lunging forward with it's hand splayed out flat as if to use it like a dagger. Unbeknownst to her Serena had cast an illusion upon the merman, though it only made the enraged eel an easier target for her shadow, it's hand stabbing forward at the creature, it's fingers just as sharp as the shadowy blade Gwyn clutched in her fist. However as the attack landed the shadowy figure vanished mere moment later, Gwyndolin's shadow sinking back down into the ground and zipping back towards her, re-linking with it's master just as the witch touched down on the ground. The witch stood tall and brandished her blade at the leader of the merfolk, feeling her body bolstered by her now slumbering shadow, strengthening her body so that she could fight without the need for stealthy tricks, "keep fighting if you must, but you will receive no mercy" she muttered, nodding towards the bridge, her companions making it clear they were not the easy prey the fishmen thought they were.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll- shadow hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-01-13 20:05:02, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 9<br/><br/>Shadow attacks one target for 1d8 damage, looses 1 hold<br/><br/>dam roll:<br/>At 2017-01-13 20:07:11, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 1d8 Result: 3<br/><br/>DAM- 3<br/><br/>Hold- 1 - 1= 0, shadow returns to user (+2 armor)</div></div>