Viela looked down at the Grand Cleric as she raised her dagger high over her head. The woman's face didn't show any fear. Viela was about to bring the dagger down when she noticed a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. Reacting on instinct, the elven assassin reversed her grip on the dagger and swiped the arrow out of the air a moment before it would've hit her. This was bad. She'd only had a small window of opportunity to begin with and every second she wasted, the guards were closing in. Viela turned back to the Grand Cleric and caught sight of a strange glint in her eyes.

Viela felt a surprising flash of pain as the Grand Cleric's palm was thrust upwards, straight into the underside of her chin. Viela stumbled backwards, shocked by this turn of events. The platform vibrated under the impact of armored boots and Viela spun, readying her blades. Her time was up. Guards charged the stage, swords drawn. Viela reached into her belt and withdrew a small chemical vial, which she tossed at the feet of the leading guard. The vial exploded into a noxious cloud of smoke that enveloped the elf and the first few guards.

A sword came swinging through the smoke and Viela ducked the swipe, lashing out at the source. She moved through the smoke, staying low. She saw a boot and kicked out at it, tripping the owner. She dodged another blind sword strike and leapt out the smoke, exploding into daylight only to find herself facing an armored fist coming straight for her. The world flashed white and Viela found herself flying off the platform and into the crowd. Dazed and winded, she tried to get up but was restrained by a boot on her chest and a sword point against her throat. She looked up at the guard standing over her and smiled, dropping her daggers and holding out her empty hands. [color=fff200]"Well, you got me!"[/color] She said cheerfully.