Ginevra

Damn it! Ginevra curses to herself, shaking her head in a futile attempt to dislodge some of the glittering powder. As the beast turns to Thallios, Ginevra darts catlike around her mushroom to the beast's back, opposite from Tiriel and the agressive gnoll, and stabs again at a gap between the armor plates of the insect-beast, making sure not to look directly at the creature.

(OOC: Attack Roll, Die Umber Hulk! 1d20+10=28
Concealment Miss Chance d%=23)