Zatana ducked behind a balustrade as she heard a shout. Explosives? Twisting she perched in the notch between two stones and watched as ten sappers rushed towards the Western Gate with what as indeed something that could pose a problem. While she would have just loved to shoot the goblins, those explosives meant missing was going to be more of a problem and therefore it would not be acceptable. Grimacing at the ill-fortune and the even worse plan that was forming. She quickly slid her still strung bow into the quiver. Shouting to Merik she gestured. [color=SlateBlue]"Keep them off me best you are able."[/color] Any reply was not acknowledged, there was simply no time for it.

Standing Zatana twisted and began dropping from the wall as several soldiers about her shouted in alarm. Anyone going to the ground on the wrong side of the wall was facing a suicide mission. Grabbing the stone before she could build up speed, she repeated the process as she chanted. Thanking the darkness itself for her grandfather pounding the spell into her mind and the relentless drilling he had put her through. [i]"A master of one is better than the 'adequate' of many."[/i] Shadows wrapped about her and she felt the ground under her feet, an embrace she welcomed like a partner in a dance. Alas for the green swarm of goblins. Hers was a dance of death. Drawing the larger fighting daggers, she slid through the goblins and lowered the shadows. There were shrieks of surprise as she twisted about, the thick dagger opening the sapper goblin's throat. Zatana's other hand raked up taking another in the stomach and spilling out the entangling mass to trip a third. Stabbing the stumbling third, another sapper, in the neck, she flicked her wrist to free the throwing blade and gave a shrieking cry of pain as a knife raked down her arm. Hurling the dagger into a fourth goblin- sapper or not she did not know- before she twisted to block a sword with the flat of her knife, Zatana yanked the spare blade free from the one she had stabbed. [color=SlateBlue]"Wretches... Would that your kind was wiped from the earth! Acrius is not going to be stilling his tongue... About this!"[/color]