<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ambrosia "Amber" My'thrail</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=964372)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/551fe4091ec7a0d38d67c330aca146ac_zps374ec319.jpg)</div><br/><em>Amber put a pair of delicate hands across her stomach, she blinked several times and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.  She felt... drained... she had never used this much magic all in one go and the thrumming emptiness within her made her feel queasy... unsure of herself.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and looked slowly around, her narrow eyes widening as she tried to figure out where the centipede had fled too... but couldn't see any of the tell-tale shaking which she had observed previously, but look where she might she really couldn't see anything of the sort.  Perhaps it ran away?<br/><br/>She shook her head again and began making her way towards Garisto.  This one was the only one that had really responded to her looks, and definately was the type of man she could use later, so it simply wouldn't do to have him get eaten!  As she made her way forward with haltering steps, she raided her hand and spread her fingers, sighting the tick between her middle and index finger and blasted the tick with her last gout of flame, a blast that likely gave the creature a bit of a hot-foot, but did not actually do any lasting damage...<br/><br/></em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception: At 2014-08-16 12:48:18, Amber (uid: 49010) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62971)<br/>Amber moves to I5 to hopefully keep Garisto from being munched on.<br/>Amber shoots fire at the tick:    At 2014-08-16 12:48:38, Amber (uid: 49010) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=62972)</div></div>