Lapis dared a glance up to see that her dagger had fallen far, far short of its target. Frustration and embarrassment overruled her fear briefly. Taking stock of the chaos around her as her companions engaged in the combat, she decided to go on the move. Someone needed to take out the glowing figures in the back. She'd wasted her own dagger, lost on the floor several feet from her, but she still had Dal's throwing knife and the dinner knives. She slid the knives under her belt and kept the throwing knife handy.


[hider=roll]
attack: 1d20=13
target: boom B
[/hider]

Darting from table to table, keeping crouched low to the ground, she picked her way around the room, creeping behind Dal as he fought one of the bladed fighters. She tried to keep a piece of furniture between her and the others at all times, staying as hidden as possible until she was ready to make her move. The fist gripping her borrowed blade trembled, but her gaze on the glowing, living bomb was steady. 

All at once, she sprang up, ran the rest of the way toward the mage, and stabbed them. She tried to aim for the heart, but in the heat of the moment, she couldn't be sure where it was or even where she hit. She reeled backward, barely remembering to yank her weapon back out.