[color=f6989d][h3][center]Měihóu Niángniang[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=f6989d]"Wouldn't destroying the trap rather than simply evading it set off some kind of alarm? Or at least a call to a maintenance crew?"[/color] Měihóu was absentmindedly patting out her tail

As the beams of magic were launched at each of them, Měihóu twirled her staff once, while leaping forward to the precipice, perilously close to the beam, [color=f6989d]"Hup."[/color] before she slammed her staff deep into the stone, angled forward, with one hand on the top of the staff. Suddenly, the staff began both widening and lengthening, Měihóu clinging onto it. The magic slammed into the staff, unable to penetrate further, as Měihóu was part of the way across the sinkhole.


[color=f6989d]"MONKEY, GOOD SIR!"[/color] Měihóu tipped her suddenly existent top hat to the gentleman, which promptly popped back out of existence as she finished the gesture. She continued approaching him, the weight of her staff was slowly pulling the angle of her staff lower and lower, so that just as she reached him, she would be eye level with him.