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Unfortunate that the guttersnipes were so quick to accuse the party of wrong-doing, but... They were sharp-witted in the end, and right to reach for their weapons. Vela let slip a wide smile as she stepped with a clack of her heels further into the alley, standing between the half-orcs posse and her own.

[color=lightblue]"You'll have me guessing for a bit then, won't you?"[/color] she chuckled back at Qantz. Facing the approaching back-alley brutes, she lifted a hand, as if beckoning something at her feet to rise. Barely perceptible, a thin sheet of glistening crystal cracked up her body. Against her white skin, it was difficult to tell the magic from her own body. With the very same hand, she extending a downward-facing hand towards the half-orc and the goblins.

[color=lightblue]"Lest I place us all in a compromising position, I'm afraid I'll have to [i]assume[/i] that these fellows are in on the operation, and not merely mistaken. Unfortunate for them if I'm wrong or right,"[/color] she said. With a flick of her hand, several finger-sized shards of ice materialized at her sides. The bluish-white vapor crystallized from thin air, coalescing into four mirror-surfaced fletchettes hanging patiently, but with ill-intent sharply vibrating within. Another simple motion, and they zipped with a whistle across the darkened way, straight for the bodies of her [i]regretful[/i] enemies. One to a man, except the half-orc, which had earned two.