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With her sword hilted in her adversary's abdomen, Ta'na-el could feel the remnants of its life being absorbed into swirling dark vortex swelling inside her soul. Blood spurted onto her hands and she felt its liquid warmth. It seduced and repelled her all at once.
__________________"Cut them down!" She yelled to the others, growing frustrated by their inaction. There was a deep growl in front of her, tearing her back into battle. She looked up into the eyes of a bugbear. The hulking brute looked mean. Gods damn it! Ta'na-el glanced back for an exit and instead saw the second minion grinning at her. Too late she realised she was flanked. With a kick, she pushed the dead goblin minion off her sword as the bugbear swung a club at her, and parried but the blow was backed by savage strength. Pale gold spray effervesced, evaporating away some of the force but still she suffered the brunt of it and began to buckle. Moments later, she felt spikes from the hobgoblin's morningstar slam into her back and cried out in pain. She tried to mask it with a curse. "Thrice damned wretch! I will have your blood!" |
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Click Click Click Click (Move J13,I14,H13)
__________________Cimetrion skirts around to get into flanking position with Blas de Faliman, making whatever creature is there his new quarry. He then weaves and counters with Himril and his other dagger, attempting to setup a moment where he can plunge both of them at once.
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Cime drops low and brings both blades up into the Hobgoblin commander's ribs. The creature sucks in air and exhales a frothy mixture of spittle and blood.
__________________The commander is bloodied. Last edited by clark352; 03-19-2009 at 01:35 PM. |
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The bugbear and Rain continue their fight.
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Ta takes 10 damage. (5 after temp HP) Last edited by clark352; 03-19-2009 at 01:45 PM. |
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The dire boar continues grunting and running around it sees a clear path to Rain and charges.
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Rain, his eyes locked on the bugbear, hardly feels the pain from his legs being knocked out from under him. He watches the boar depart out of the corner of his eye, but as the half-elf climbs to his feet his focus is on his main opponent. As he swings the greatsword around again he does not speak, he merely roars.
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Blas misses horribly. His loses his balance and begins to whirl his arms in large, quick circle while trying to maintain his balance on the broken grid.
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__________________Cimetrion instinctively senses the peril that his combat-mate finds himself in and quickly calls out, "Watch that you do not overcompensate your movements in this environment, salamaar!"
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"Whaat?" Blas responds dully as the words ebb and flow in the thick air.
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