Camella couldn't believe it. All at once, everything went wrong. Her attacks towards the drow had all been way too predictable, all focusing on the leg, and because of that, they were all blocked. They were blocked so easily, in fact, that Izvilvin had made it to his feet and blinded her with the same dirty trick she had used to blind him earlier.
Camella used the one universal language she knew and held up her middle finger in what she hoped was the correct direction. When she finally got her sight back, she looked around and quickly realized that Izvilvin had made his escape. Camella followed the hoofprints on foot, determined not to lose her bounty, but she knew she had a long journey ahead of her. Izvilvin may have won this round, but that only made Camella all the more determined to win the next.