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{OOC: Combat is my weaker point, so I'm sorry if this isn't that good. I used dice to check myself so its fair combat, I rolled the necessary things at the end for her skill, but she failed con so she passes out :-( }

Dahlia had found what she was looking for, and she was horrified. She watched as a Neesha had its fill of an adolescent teenager. She shook her head, this was worse then any of the legends. Dahlia had to be careful, if one of her kind came here after that thing was dead, they would say that she attacked the teenager. So she waited until it moved on. She would have attacked if she thought the young man to be alive, but he didn't appear to be.

She followed it at a distance, moving from shadow to shadow. Her movement wasn't magic persay, but an ability, but it still sensed it and stopped. Dahlia ducked into the shadows, it looked around for some time, but heard no movement beyond what was normal, and continued again. Dahlia began to stalk closer, and it stopped again, this time growling. "Humans would be very foolish to follow me!". Dahlia couldn't help but be amused, its voice sounded like it sucked in too much helium. She appeared in shadows behind it and said, "I'm not human!" and raised her rapier and slashed it across the chest, very deeply. It wasn't enough to kill it but it would at least leave a scar. The thing growled and lunged at her, digging its fingers into the flesh of her chest and ripped her shirt, ripping her flesh deeply. Dahlia yelled out and brang out her parrying dagger.

In the struggle, neither Neesha nor Dahlia could get at each other. The neesha was thrown off her, and it smiled. As it came at her Dahlia slashed again, nicking its arm, causing it to miss her. Dahlia had enough of this game. She did a skill she never used, in fear of judgment, she ripped her corporeal body, becoming a shadow, reformed behind it, and she managed to impale it, ripping its organs. It would die eventually, she punched it far from her, and Dahlia couldn't stop the blackness from coming. The skill had taken so much strength from her, and there she passed out with her weapons still in hand.