[i]She’d been under the influence of opiates and neurotoxins before, both of which were akin to the current feeling. Her past life had been one of playing parts and taking part in things that would kill or maim most people, and this was no exception to her. She took a deep breath, and her motion, despite the pain and what she felt was sluggish reaction time, she moved like a cat. She rolled to the side, staying low and making sure to stay low. So long as she knew up and down, she could save herself. The experience reminded her of what the diluted version of a certain neurotoxin did, one that had nearly killed her once before. This king was no different than the last. Arrogant. Vainglorious. And overconfident in himself. Just like the last, he’d failed to kill her, to even wound her. Even under the influence of what he had done, her training shone through.[/i]