Senna wakes up in a pool of sweat. She never was comfortable with foreign beds, and this was not different. She saw the intruder, and once again, like when her father was killed, a prominent voice of confidence pushed her shy and childish personality in the background. This was no time of talking or begging, this was time for combat, for murder.
Senna jolts up but not before the intruder reaches their beds. She smiles. I do not care what you are doing here, but you have come to your demise if you fight us. Electricity crackles between her fingertips, as she looks for spots that conduct it particularly well.
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Shocking Grasp (1d20+5)[21] Disadvantage says 11
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Re: Iron Crisis (IC)
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