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"At least they teach us respect in the Snow Elf Strongholds." Shivan replied. Modesty wasn't something they really believed in, however.

no but he took the same classes as Drizzt

Shivan rubbed her back, feeling a bruise. Fine. If he wanted to play dirty... "...how about we spare again?"

The Drow smiled, he stepped forwards and entered a strange stance. His blades grew and two insect-like arms sprouted out of his sides, grabbing blades strung around the his back. He then approached, but still kept the stance.

"Let's spar then", he said, laughing. His voice was now darker and more crickety than it was before, and dark magic radiated around the drow.

Shivan took a step back, looking at the now grotesque drow. She wished her kind wore more covering clothes, it would at least make her feel safer. She held up her blade, wondering if her idea would still work. She just had to get close. She held her sword forward like an extension for her arm. Just had to get close...

The drow let out a black gas from his mouth, hissing like a spider yet very much louder.

The black gas started to cover their sparring side of the arena, and the drow's figure disappeared, you could hear his laughing.

"Don't resist", he said in a flirtatious tone, laughing.

Shivan covered her mouth with her spare hand, about to panic. Just have to get close... She thought, trying to figure out where he was. She felt hot and started to sweat. Just have to get close...

Shivan felt a web wrap around her right leg and it tried to pull her towards something..

The sudden jerk knocked her off balance. She fell to the ground, her sword falling above her. She quickly reached towards it, trying to grab it. To her horror, it was just out of her reach.

"Showing your tricks a bit early don't you think?" Seth commented not worrying about the gas. Picking up the ball again Seth would turn it into the scyth form.

Shivan was then pulled forwards and let go, thrown towards the Drow who caught her, laughing. He then helped her to her feet if she didn't try to attack him first.

Shivan didn't want to do what she did next. As she was pulled up, she kissed him. For a brief second. Snow Elves had poison all through them, the substance that kept them from feeling cold was toxic. And that was what was in the kiss. Enough to knock out a drow and leave him sore all over for days. She took a step back, giving the same rude hand sign that he had previously given her.

The drow laughed, and then started to jerk.

His insectoid hands suddenly blew off, and the gas dissipated around them.. Ooze erupted from his sockets, spraying like geysers. He started running around, screaming. He flung his swords about in pain, managing to decapitate the minotaur and scar many others in the process. He then fell over, jerking still, foam erupting all about him. It then ended with him back to normal, yet still bleeding badly, now from his mouth.

The nurses took him up and rushed to the infirmary, while the felblood simply disintegrated the minotaur's corpse.

Whatever happened it seemed like the substance that the Drow might have used to grow such arms reacted against the toxic substance the Snow Elves used.

Shivan had ducked down after he jerked. She watched him flail around, a small smirk as he fell. She felt bad about the Minotaur, her plan to hide behind him wouldn't work now.

th dnd game seth was made in he was the second son of the seventh house and the dm used menzoberanzan, he started off as a half-fiend drow psychic warrior. if you want I could pm you the details on the campaign as best I can remember))
"I'll have to ask that Drow his name," he thought aloud. Later he would greet him using Drow hand sign.

"And why would you want to?" Shivan asked, picking up her sword and putting it on her back.

Seth thought for a second on telling and he would. "Because, my sister is the matron mother currently ruling Menzoberanzan and he is a curious drow," he spoke as if he himself were a drow.

Bjolnorf laughed.

"You want to know about that Drow? His names Mexrel. He murdered his entire House and ran away afterwards, crazy bastard. He fled and he got here by himself, asked to enter.", Bjolnorf explained.

"Arenas really turning him into a psycho. At least he came with some manners... He's been through a lot of tournaments, they must have jacked him up pretty bad.."

"Impresive, when I first left home I couldn't have done that," His eyes seemed to show he was happy for a second. "I could probably do it now," he said turning to face this man, "I take it you're Bjolnorf. I'm Sethalith, half demon half devil. I could care less which you refer to me as."