She hadn't even made it to his quarry yet when she heard the yelling from behind her, ignoring the smell of blood of course though as she turned she saw the glint of a blade in the air, as if the mere human thought he could even come close to being able to hit a Drow who had gone through three of his lifetimes training before she'd even stepped foot outside of the city she had been born in. Her own cold fury had been directed largely at the bard who had continued to sing until she'd muffled that racket with the glob of darkness that surrounded him and steadily grew larger to engulf more of the room; it would continue thus until the spell wore off and she would finish her business before then. She whirled, her lavender eyes easily finding the dagger that had been thrown through the air at her, and she stepped to the side just enough that it missed, passing by her to find itself in a different target - most likely one of those either not paying attention, or the bard trapped in the glob that would stop him from seeing for a little while.

She'd barely been gone fifteen feet from him when he'd thrown the dagger, stepping around it and turning on her heel with such a swiftness that her cloak flared when she stepped forward again, her eyes finding the drunks and her fury clear in her eyes as cold as glacial ice. [color=orchid]"You want to die first?"[/color] She growled at him, her gaze flickering for a moment toward the demon who leaned against the bar, seeming very satisfied with himself. It was him who was manipulating the young human, and her desire to kill found it's way toward her instead as she moved to find her way toward the two closer to the bar again. 

That was when the heat touched Fades arm, the bit exposed by the lack of the cloak for a moment as the resounding bang echoed through the tavern and she felt blood drink from a throbbing hole in her upper arm again.