Crouching low, Dynoz was both surprised and elated that the little dragon girl had survived, sad though that Adinraen had fallen…or had he? Magic had a nasty way of surprising those unfamiliar with it. However, back to matters at hand, the girl, with a surprisingly large flaming sword was running at him, a blood-curdling scream emitting from her. Enthusiasm? Perhaps, more likely some battle cry that she believed would grant her further strength or possibly hide her fear?

No matter, the daggers both of them fire, when suddenly at the last moment one flicked out and reignited with a crystalline sheen across it. The deadly strike of the dragon girl arcing down in a horrible strike, aimed to cleave him in twin from head to groin…clearly not a skilled sword fighter, she probably just used brute strength to shove the hunk of metal around.

As the blade descended the elf known as Dynoz Tarr moved, launching himself to his right dipping his shoulder and rolling on it. Coming out of the roll as the blade, already committed by the attack of the dragon girl struck the ground. Unless the dragon girl had some kind of miracle like powers, she would not be able to avoid what happened next by virtue of her hasty actions.

Coming up out of the roll a scant 24 inches from where he was originally, the ice covered blade plunged deep into the back of the girl’s left leg, just above the knee with such force that it might puncture through just above the kneecap in a spray of blood and flesh. 

The second blade, rising to shank the girl in the lower back, just above her pelvis on the left side, most likely puncturing the left kidney, some parts of the jejunum, and ileum as well, all the while the elf was cackling insanely.