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 The assassin began, "It wasn't... Jorith..." but trailed off in the face of Dlyss' glare. "Next time," she said, "she must do better if she thinks to take me. You need not report my words to her; she will receive the message."
-She curled one forepaw into a fist; and then, emanating from it, was a... not a //thing//,but something else, a blue glow made solid. It was in the shape of a blade - precisely the same size and shape, in fact, as the assassin's dagger - and a faint sizzling noise lingered in the air around it. The assassin gasped for breath, but before he could so much as scream, the terrible blade passed through his throat; blood sprayed across Dlyss' white robe from a neck that had suddenly been half-severed.
+She curled one forepaw into a fist; and then, emanating from it, was a... not a //thing//,but something else, a blue glow made solid. It was in the shape of a blade - precisely the same size and shape, in fact, as the assassin's dagger - and a faint sizzling noise lingered in the air around it. The assassin gasped for breath, but before he could so much as scream, the terrible blade passed through his throat; blood sprayed across Dlyss' white robe from a neck that had suddenly been half-severed.}}
-Dlyss stood up slowly, and looked around. The two collided flyers were disabled, but groaning; they were still alive. Dlyss gestured at them; they reappeared in midair, a hundred feet up, and fell screaming, struggling to get away from each other long enough to unfurl their wings and fly; yet another horrible noise proclaimed their attempt unsuccessful. Dlyss sighed, and sat down, picking up the assassin's dagger and examining it closely. "Sakuth," she murmured, with a touch of weariness, "I detect no others. Confirm that, as far as you are able." Sakuth, grimacing at the unpleasant sights of various crashed and throat-cut takmar around them, nodded and closed his eyes.
+{{wst>shyriath|Dlyss stood up slowly, and looked around. The two collided flyers were disabled, but groaning; they were still alive. Dlyss gestured at them; they reappeared in midair, a hundred feet up, and fell screaming, struggling to get away from each other long enough to unfurl their wings and fly; yet another horrible noise proclaimed their attempt unsuccessful. Dlyss sighed, and sat down, picking up the assassin's dagger and examining it closely. "Sakuth," she murmured, with a touch of weariness, "I detect no others. Confirm that, as far as you are able." Sakuth, grimacing at the unpleasant sights of various crashed and throat-cut takmar around them, nodded and closed his eyes.
 After a while, he opened them again. "No, ma'am," he replied. "They may be hiding, like these were; but I sense only Enneth and the scholar over that ridge, and those manning the outpost." He hesitated. "Oracle, why did you kill the last assassin? You could have kept him as proof of Jorith's intentions."