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Instead, you turn the tables, keeping her distracted while Scinnari pursues her target. As the two of you face each other down, threatening with feint and counter-feint, a pained shout from Tereva'senthasen The sounds of a struggle warp and echo through your lair, seizing part of both yours and the paladin's attention. Between scanning Scinnari's mind and making sense of the sounds, you get a very good picture of the fight, while feeling very satisfied that you have Alyvia's back to the fight, and she can't turn from you to see.
The elf, somewhat recovered, reacting with lighting speed- Roll, deflect, feeble counter attack, and a second roll, sending her tumbling down a mound of your hoard. Perhaps she didn't have enough time to look beforehand. Scinnari follows with leisurely, cat-like grace, arriving a second after the elf stops rolling, and smoothly planting her sword in the elf's stomach. A momentary, almost-carnal pleasure at the adventurer's confused twitching, muscles tensing momentarily in agony, then a swift twist of the blade, extraction, and step back, sword back on guard. A very bloody moan rises from the elf, echoing hauntingly through the darkness.
“And then there were three...” Alyvia sighs from before you, not knowing the details of the fight, but accurately guessing the results. “May she have achieved her redemption.” she mutters, circling and backing off, trying to draw you away from her surviving comrades. You decline to be pulled, and back off yourself, obvious in your intent to turn on her companions. That forces her to threaten you to hold your attention, an you trade a series of attacks, claw versus blade.