[i][b]At the slightest twitch, his hand was already feeling the cold grip of the gun. At the pull of the knives, he pulled his gun and took careful aim, positioning the weapon on the woman's chest. At the step forward, the trigger was pulled, twice. And a singular, .44 caliber shot was sent hurdling through the air at her, forcing a strong gust of wind to shoot a centimeter outwards from the brass-capped bullet he fired. [/b][/i]

[spoiler]*Extremely Dramatic Situation Intensifies*[/spoiler] *Shadow watched it all unfold before her with the grace of a play preformed by masters of their craft. Her alien eyes tracked each muscle as they flexed and expanded. She watched the metal shine in the light as the gun moved with speed few could track, let alone patiently wait for. She saw the flash of the expanding gasses, the bullet heading towards her chest at super-sonic speeds. She watched it for several moments as it spiraled towards her, finally deciding to move her left arm. She reaches out slowly, letting the knife taste the bullet before she cuts it in half, twisting the knife slightly to allow the pieces to pass by her. She pulls back her arm, allowing her senses to relax and her perception of time to return to a human's.* "It's a good thing I'm not my Aunt." [spoiler]PM me if you want a rundown on the basics of True Drows.[/spoiler]

[i][b]The cowboy was certainly surprised. He had only seen a display of such skill once, and that eac back on his homeland. And with that, he fired another two bullets: One for the chest, one for her left leg. [/b][/i]

*She watches them approach, then simply steps aside and watches them pass by. She steps back into place once they have moved enough.* "Tricky. I like that."

"Agile, interesting."

"Drow were created to fight the things in your worst nightmares. We battled for eons, born, growing up, giving birth, and dying." *She twirls her knives, then grins* "I'll try to restrain myself."

"No no, access my fears, I -blam!-ing dare you."

"Not your fears. Ours." *With that, she flickers with speed, reappearing in front of you in the middle of slashing at your face. She vanishes as soon as you see her, only to feel her feet impact your back with the speed of an airplane* [spoiler]The GOO, or Great Old Ones, are essentially the Lovecraftian Mythos creatures. They consume all life in their path and can easily consume whole worlds in a matter of days. Drow were the elite fighting force of the Elves, magically engineered to be able to ignore the fear aura and the corrupting presence of the GOOs. They held the off the GOO invasion of Earth for a few hundred thousand years before allies from Earth's brother planet were send to help. Earth's brother planet was soon lost to the GOO after the help was sent, some of their Warriors were corrupted and were used as agents of the GOO to destabilize the various races before the GOO invasion. It was consumed in a matter of years. Great magics were worked by the few remaining survivors of the dominant race, the Hawkpeople(Imagine 9-ft tall angels that can destroy entire continents with their sheer strength), and the entire planet was destroyed, along with the GOOs on it, leaving Earth safe.[/spoiler]

[i][b]He took the hit to the face with grace, though he anticipated the next attack because most people go for that back, after hitting the face. Or at least that's what past experiences told him. And as soon as the woman came for his back, he spun. He jumped up and over her legs, his own being loaded with springs, and he kicked the woman directly in the face. [/b][/i] "Thought we agreed on no magic, bloody magicians."