[b]One question before we dance. Do you know of Basse Danse? Feet never leave the ground.[/b] She swings forward with a shove of her feet. Effortlessly sliding her feet on the field. A rock gets in the way and she tumbles forward. In the confusion you feel a pain in your gut. And another in your shoulder. You then realize there are 13 of these black blades impaled in you. She smiles a smug grin from a crouched position to your left, ten feet away.