A ring of fire burst around Serlya's head and settled down into the symbols of the Illumian language as she spun around. Her own spell would wait for later; her hand slipped past her belt and in one smooth motion flung a dart at whoever was left standing. Unfortunately her throw was off, no doubt because the annoying elf wasn't being too careful with that spray.<br/><br/>Initiative 13 attack roll 8. The dice hate me.