<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/065/7/7/Dark_Elf_by_nJoo.jpg)</div><strong>Alonia Duskryn</strong><br/><br/>From the back of the room Alonia seethed at the instructor's jibe at the rest of them. The half-breed was more of a drow than the rest of them? How dare the maggot show her up? How<em>dare</em>he? Well, she couldn't let this stand. Already a plan was beginning to hatch to put the abomination in its place.<em>Would serve him right,</em>she thought to herself smugly as her scowl turned into the rictus of a grin before she quickly hid it. She would show him exactly who was at the top of the "food chain" here, and it would also serve as a lesson to the rest of the scum sitting there in their seats. Yes... She couldn't reveal herself though. Better a patsy... her eyes turned towards the other female in the room, and she recalled the other drow turning into two short swords in to the armsmaster. Yes, excellent. Now she had but to put the plan into action and trust in her own abilities not to screw up.<br/><br/>Snapping herself back into the room she watched in amusement as another student tried to speak up and was flattened for his ineptness. Her grin widened as she watched the drow shamed. Put into his place just as he should be. Males were pathetic, lesser imitations of Lolth that could never measure up to the true heritors of Her will. She would show them--even in arms, she would best the pathetic wretches and destroy them regardless of whether it ended up on the field of battle or within the dark corridors with poison and a knife.<br/><br/>"Easy," Alonia spoke up from the back of the room, enjoying the attention as eyes snapped to her. "It's obvious--and connected to why we forsook the surface." A wave of her hand, and four tiny globes of light appeared before zooming towards the floored elf, slowly circling his head in an almost mocking manner. "Light. All our kind are susceptible to the dreaded thing. A blast of sharp light conjured by a wizard or even worse, the light of the sun is a terrible burden to bear. Sure," she shrugged, shifting a little in her seat, and crossing her arms and legs, "we get used to it fast enough. But the first strike is the most terrible, and with the element of surprise and the right light an enemy can be made almost helpless. After all, if you are unable to see, you are also unable to dodge the cut that will remove your head from your shoulders," she grinned, leaning back in her chair, all smugness as she allowed the lights to continue circling the hapless drow's head.