She explains the maze she's made of the house and notes where the more interesting traps are and the points where Eliana is planning to harass them. She's folded the space inside the house so it's bigger than it was and has more twists and turns. The final path leads to the central dining room.

Joy.

She should be able to navigate that. She'll create three clones, having already dismissed her earlier two, and have them falling back as they observe fun moments. Her main body will be the one who falls back to the dining room, of course.

Is there a role for Hisame to play, here, in the initial capture? (She's fine observing their handiwork, of course - it does seem so delightful.)

She can do the taunting, if she likes.

"You get me the best presents. Taunting them sounds delightful."

She smiles.

"There's a shortcut to the dining room here."

She nods. "I suspect my clones will be able to keep up on their own, yes. Which way to the dining room?"

"Through the cabinet." She opens it, and leads the way. The room has been turned into a fairly obvious theater with the back, where they now are, as the center of attention. She's concentrated most of the immobilizing and disabling traps here, and she explains where they trigger and how to activate them.

"Excellent!"

She starts identifying places to lurk dramatically. Best to plan an entrance properly, after all. And she knows a few good sound-based techniques, perfect for modifying her voice, making it enchanting, making it echo or originate weirdly - which means getting a sense of acoustics to do this right.

Time through the maze is adjustable. Her audience will arrive more or less when she's ready for them.

Eliana precedes them slightly, stepping neatly through the minefield to the back. A pulsing orb of blood hangs in the air behind her, following.

Hisame settles in to watch the show, then, and eagerly await her turns.

The three of them tumble through the far door one at a time, narrowly evading the swishing bladed arms of an automaton. Hawke freezes it in place with a burst of ice, and the woman shatters it with a hard blow of her knife, the ice and the robot bursting to pieces. "Nice one, Isabela," Hawke says.

"It's too early to celebrate, I think," says Zevran, looking at the opposite side of the room. "This looks to be the end of the gauntlet."

She silently dismisses her clones.

Her voice echoes, sourceless, when she speaks.

"Oh? Do you think the fun will be wrapped up so soon?"

"Enough misdirection," Hawke snaps. "Come out and fight." They're all three injured, though none seriously. Bruised, torn, and bleeding.

A breath of air on the back of his neck, and a warm voice whispering, "Why should I?"

(She isn't actually behind him. This is all techniques.)

"ENOUGH!" He sweeps his hand in a broad gesture, and a wall of fire springs out of nothing and pushes towards the back wall.

A rain of blood flows down from the ceiling. It extinguishes the fire like it's water.

"A bit jumpy, are we?" 

Her voice is located right in front of him, this time.

He declines to answer, opting instead to stride forward, blasting apart a noose that drops from the ceiling to strangle him.

Behind him, the cuts on Isabela's arm starts glowing, and she whips her knife into Zevran's path.

She laughs, and flicks out a bit of exceptionally fine ninja wire to trip Zevran up if he tries to dodge.

He gets cut, and then he starts fighting Isabela as she fights him. They're both moving inexpertly, but they're thoroughly occupied.

"Such a pity, when you can't even trust those you love, isn't it?"

"I don't know that I'd call it love, exactly," Zevran says, voice strained.

     "Zev! I'm hurt," Isabela says, then gasps in pain as he scores a cut along her ribs. "Ow. And now I am hurt."

Hawke is fighting off a nest of ropes that have unraveled from the tablecloth. He seems to be losing.

Her laughter chases itself around the room.

"Surely you must be fond of one another?"

(Her voice is beguiling, relaxing, like a lullaby - )