The discharge from the magic missle causes Kerry's body to back up a step, if only reflexively. "Woah! A magic missle..." she thinks. Able to cast it herself, but unfamiliar and inexperienced with combat, she is taken back by the power of the offensive missle. Looking over at the dark enemies...the drow she had only read about in dark, shadowy corners of libraries...a weak grin crosses her face. She had never been involved in anything like this before, and she certainly would never have expected in a hundred lifetimes to be staring at a drow...much less six! Spotting the drow male in the way back who appears to be a spellcaster like herself, she targets him with all the fury of her new wand's power and once again shouts the command word.