[ Well founded paranoia, it seems. As they head down the hallway, two very visible dark elves round the corner up ahead. Their long wild, white hair hangs loose, unlike Christos' and they're each dressed in dark, intimidating armor, large swords at their sides, and daggers on their hips. They instantly freeze as they register at the pair, and unlike the other hallways, here there is nowhere to hide or backtrack.
Christos' hand whips out lightning-fast, sending the blade in his hand spinning through the air. It buries itself for a crit and triple penetration damage... right into one the two warriors' foreheads. He goes rigid, his eyes roll back, and he falls over with a heavy thump, as his drow companion glances down at him in shock. ]
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Christos' hand whips out lightning-fast, sending the blade in his hand spinning through the air. It buries itself
for a crit and triple penetration damage...right into one the two warriors' foreheads. He goes rigid, his eyes roll back, and he falls over with a heavy thump, as his drow companion glances down at him in shock. ]