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Blood and guts - Fighting around Thera *** Well I came around and Jalrek was fighting Arendar. A short battle happened while i watched on with awe. Over and over it would seem neither could beat the other till Arendar walked into the room. With a quick thrust Jalrek assassinated Arendar and as his corpse was still upon the ground another came to battle the ninja. Ethiramos battled the ninja for some time. Back and forth the fighting kept on and on through Seringale but soon Arendar wanted to join in. Creeping through the streets with footfalls hardly more than a breeze, a lone figure made its way around darkened cornesr. Pools of shadow nearly lept up to encompass the figure's legs, doing all they could to ease the silent passage of figure. Through alleys the figure crept, ever silent, ever moving, and its intent unclear. For hours the cloaked and cowled prowler patrolled, watchful of the shadows that hide it. The vigilance of the lone figure paid off, for the prowler was being artuflly preyed upon. Soundlessly the deadly cat and mouse game began in earnest. The same shadwos that hid now threatened, even the breeze was suspect. Each pool of silence bellowed inaudible laughter as elusive shadow hunted flitting shadow. The amusement vanished as predator became prey, the sides of the game sharply reversed. A glitter in the darkness, a sharp breath betraying where the silence dwelled. The shadow pivoted and the glin disappeared only to reappear, muted for its travel. The victor, silently triumphant, strode boldy into the light. Left in the shadow was the predator's prey. Its darkness fading in the Light. The battle took place within a darkened forest. Two of the combatants were not aware that a fight was forthcoming, and thus were not prepared. One slept on the far side of a campfire, the other sat on the fore, each recovering from hard and harsh training amidst the deep forest. A slight arrived, invisible at first, and began the fight leading in with a charge attack. A dwarf was the unfortunate recipient, and the combat flow surged, drawing in an elf whom was nearly asleep. A brief moment later, dirt was kicked. The dirt-kicking was done by the elf, and soon found out that dirting sliths is quite ineffective. The dwarf quaffed potions, then, but the slith fled, the elf followed suit as the dward persued. A chase followed, the elf and dwarf chasing all around the slith, and the final portion of the battle took pace amidst a river. To the death the trio fought, and in the end, the slith was the one that paid dearly. |
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