For a moment after being confronted with a tentacled fiend reaching into her mind, Clotho stopped in her tracks.  Once she deduced that the creature before her was intruding into her own psyche, the place she esteemed to be most private to her, she was -as ever- quick to act.  No tentacle-faced beast with an affinity for the mind would make a toy out of her, or soil the image of the Dungeon Keeper.  [color=9F8170]”Allow me to demonstrate,”[/color] she spat.  For a moment, she conjured up mental images of her Master, trying to convey the degree of power and influence bound within him—to show Xahillion the will of the being she served.  With that done, only a second later, Clotho attacked.

She zoomed forward, filling the air with a high-pitched but loud whirring noise.  Xahillion's slaves stood no chance, but on the off-chance that this being fancied himself a 'player', and had the strength to back it up, Clotho merely struck unconscious the puppeted dwarfs rather than reducing them to maggot chow.  The next instant, she was still, hovering in the air as the minions slumped over.  [color=9F8170]”I am a piece, but not yours, and more than a match for you.”[/color]  With that, she was on the move again, making a beeline straight toward Xahillion with rapier extended.