Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20130905222748/@comment-11457306-20130911020733

Sorka looked up at Dallus gratefully, then pulled the cork and drank. She lay back against the wall as the glow took her. Then, throwing the bottle aside, she scrambled to her feet and leaped into the melee. She crushed a windpipe with the side of her hand and kicked another assassin in the knee, listening with satisfaction as the kneecap popped. She danced among them, killing with hands and feet.