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Izzy shook her head, crossing her arms in frustration as Aren suggested the owl hadn't spoken. 

[color=#F8DE7E]"Nah' No'way et ain' been tha' fochn' long since ah' drank. Ah'm no'lightweight..."[/color] She insisted. But her eyes narrowed when the owl twisted its head and remained silent. [color=#F8DE7E]"Oh'ye' think ye're real funny aye?"[/color] The woman muttered, her eyes flicking between Aren and Neo and the Owl. 

Another swig was taken after that, as if just in spite of the suggestion she'd had too much. Boots crunched on the ground with oddly confident steps, despite the slight sway in her gait. When they arrived at the rock, she leaned up against it, quietly surveying the targets. She nodded, screwing the cap of her canteen back on, when Marrion scooped her up. 

The womans arms instinctively hooked around the females neck. And Izzy immediately grimaced and let out a barking laugh.[color=#F8DE7E] "Oi Oi! Take ah woman out tae' dinner first why don'tcha! Gettin' awfully handsy!"[/color] The former pirate let out a snort of laughter again. Nodding and waving her hand dismissively as the bug girl gave her suggestion. 


Despite being placed somewhere discreet and out of the way, Izzy pulled her canteen out and staggered straight out into the middle of the road, walking up to the guard on the left. She grinned and pointed at him. 

[color=#F8DE7E]"Eeeeeei! You!"[/color] Her voice rang out across the stone path—loud, careless, impossible to ignore. [color=#F8DE7E]"Ain' this th' part where ye ask a lady if she’s lost, hmm?"[/color]

She took another step forward nearly tripping, catching herself on nothing, and laughing it off. The canteen swung lazily from her fingers.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Or d'ye Empire boys only know how tae march an' look pretty in armor?"[/color] She stumbled forward again, this time deliberately. Her body dipped low like she was about to fall, and then snapped upward in one fluid, whip fast motion.

Her fingers flicked from the canteen, something thin and glinting slipping between them. A needle, Precise, and controlled. Her drunken sway turned into surgical strike. Two rapid taps. One at the inner elbow, one just beneath the collarbone. Followed by a third; light, almost playful tap at the side of the neck. Pressure points meant to paralyze opponents temporarily. 

[b]Actions[/b]:
1. Step out of cover
2. Try to catch the attention of the guards
3. [Doctors Drunken Strike] - [Fighting Style: Drunken Fist] E, [Incapacitate] E, [Flexible] E, [Acurate] E, [Acrobatics] F: Character strikes in a drunken fist style to paralyze the target.  Hard to hit.  (Grade E, Cool Down 1 Post)