Zatana had just twisted about while the two explosions rocked the earth, the gate cracking in protest as it took the force of the blow without shattering, for she had heard the sound of some green spawn running her direction. Ready to deal out what could have been fatal slash with her large dagger, the drow paused as the goblin ran past her screaming in terror. Well, that was something that she hadn't been expecting. Yet as he did, she saw the reason why and felt a sudden gut-wrenching fear. One of the sapper's explosive's was just a fraction away from exploding, and she was standing stupidly on top of it. One word fit the situation quite well as she felt it slip out in her disbelief that she had been such a fool.

Twisting, she stepped away with all the speed born to elves and all the skill born of an assassin who could shadow bend because her life- and her little secret- was at stake. If she died this way, her grandfather would raise her from the dead and kill her again. The [i]only[/i] if was if she died. To the Murdoc, if something was possible did not matter. Something would happen as he wished it, it was just a matter of when and how he would achieve it. Whirling into the shadows as she breathed her chant she raced, if the goblins had only been orcs! She could have easily slipped behind or under a pile of their dead, and make sure they were dead while shielding herself! Now, she was using her skill, her magic, to dart for the wall and up ontop of it and gods be good she would make it. Most likely a bit charred.