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Thunar cracked the whip hard, the tip of the weapon snapping against the slaver's arm and drawing a thin line of blood. Almost instantly a purplish bruise began to form around the wound. As the spider closed on the seer the halfing twisted in his saddle and swung with a grunt of effort.
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The muscles in the halfling's arm tightened with the pain of the lash he had just received and his aim went high, the sap missing Aiseil's head by inches.
__________________On the other side of the caravan the other slaver spurred his mount into a charge at Matthew, a challenging roar echoing from his throat. Letting his crossbow fall he drew a curved sword from his back and spun it about his head in a practiced motion.
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Vern moves to the back of the caravan to attack the slaver on his side. He draws his mace as he moves and swings
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Vern swung his mace with all the force he could muster, the muscles in his arm straining with the effort. As the heavy head of the mace arched around the halfling look surprised. To slow to get his defenses in place the mace skipped off his shoulder and clipped his head. With the sharp crack of braking bone the slaver fell from the back his former mount and into the dust of the road, the world falling into blackness.
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Matthew looked into the eyes of the slaver that had struck him. He moved his lips, mouthing words quietly, [dice]"Come here and see if you can hit me without the surprise."[/dice] With this challenge, Matthew brought the end of his longsword in a gleaming arc toward the slaver.
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The gleaming steel of the blade sunk deep into the slaver's shoulder, splitting bone and parting flesh. The knight's sword must have severed an artery because blood sprayed from the wound in a fountain of crimson fluid. Not even a scream escaped his lips before he slumped from his spider, his eyes glassing over in the haze of death. |
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"Retreat! They have support!" Shouted the halfling before the lead wagon. He wheeled his mount and darted back into the grass, no doubt to take care of the prisoners they had taken, but not before letting fly with his crossbow. His companion in the rear of the caravan gripped his rains with his free hand and prepared to follow. Concern crossed his face as he realized to late that he was the only slaver left near the trained combatants.
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The bolt hummed through the air as it darted at Vern.
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Aiseil knew it was only luck that caused the slaver's blow to glide harmlessly over his head. He took the opportunity to step towards the corner of the wagon and take cover as he reloaded his weapon (5-foot step to use wagon as cover, reloading as move action).
"[Terran] These slavers are awfully stubbly, aren' t they? All that spider riding must have stunted their growth." Aiseil sighed inwardly, knowing only Dje'ar would contemplate the dimensions of the vertically challenged slavers. When he thought he had the opportunity, he fired a bolt at the last remaining slaver, willing for it to strike true. |
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