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!uGYNBMPzOs 03/07/12(Wed)02:31 No.18237468The elf lunges at you, sword darting back and forth, pressing you hard as he tires to break your defense. It isn't terribly hard to stop the clearly desperate elf. His employer is being bound by your deadeyes, the elementalists loyal to Uurlanth are in dispensary, the city is falling. A tormented wail from above signals the serrated arrowheads pulling the back into, then through the demon of insanities body, killing it even as it ages what can only be thousands of years in the space of seconds.
That moments distraction, as the elf moves to shield his ears for the briefest of moments before resuming his fighting stance is all you need. You switch over to the stance of the Falcon, and bat his blade aside, before stepping in, and planting your foot on his chest, sending the elf stumbling as you switch again to the stance of the Wolf, and slide your blade through the elfs neck, nearly severing his head, and delivering a massive dose of the toxin that coats your sword. To call the elf dead would be an understatement.
As the corpse begins to writhe, you look about. Your elementalists stand victorious, some injured, but none dead. Teirana, despite her wounds is now at her masters side, as he holds his focus against his foes head, forcefully demanding something of her, though you cannot hear what over the sound of the towns defenders routing as Catalinas siege golem strides into the town, its lifeless diamond eyes searching for something large to destroy.
Grinning like an idiot, Collin walks up next to you, ignoring the biting cold that is no doubt slicing right through his tattered white tunic and plaid kilt as he thrusts his great-sword into the ground, and quips "Not bad fer'a mornins work Commander. Not bad at all." His wounds still weeping blood, breath still labored, though his voice is easy and content. |