<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel's eyes widened in alarm as she saw her companion brought down by their foes, driven low.  Down, and stunned, but not injured, not out.  Instead, she seemed to be stripped and ready.  Tashiel found herself biting her lower lip, fighting off a number of feelings.  Jealousy?  Arousal?<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth, she stepped gracefully forward, her sword weaving around her to deflect incoming strikes.  Suddenly, she shifted from defense to attack, her sword arcing downward in an overhead strike.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Minor = Poised assault stance<br/>Move = Shift adjacent to bloodied foe<br/>Attack=20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103466)<br/>Damage=18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103467)<br/><br/></div></div><br/>