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OOC: Writing grates on the soul and, apparently, the lower back as well. I hope I'm keeping everyone interested just say the word and we'll surrender/run away.
IC: Thief liked being a prisoner, true you were captured by people who almost undoubtly would want to, at some point, kill you but it was a difinate improvement over the other kind of enemy, the kind that didn't take prisoners. You might be powerless and helpless tied/incased/bound to whatever it had been appriopriate to keep you captured in but at least you knew your opponent didn't want you dead *that* badly.
As an added bonus being hung upside down from the celing had given Thief the perfect vantage point to witness the events of the last few seconds.
There had been a massive flash and rush of wind followed by the shape of a paladin arms flailing wildly flying through the air, a massive explosion as Wah and Delphie had begun powering up, sending a wall of power between the two as their magical auras had vied for supiriority. A cloud of feathers and a low grunt followed by the image of a foot high farmyard animal trusting the curved edge of it's Katana through the back of the black knight.
There was a sound like a thousand peices of chalk being drawn across a black board as century old metal was subjected to piston like pressure, the noise finally ended with a snap and the sound of Celestial Fury sliding out of the anti-paladins back. Turning round to face Lord Raptor the black clad figure handed him back the end of his weapon's blade.
Squatting to face the chicken the warrior spoke.
"I really don't mind that you're trying to kill me, I get that all the time. Mostly from Delphie. Mostly in my sleep. However, if you do want to kill me don't use a weapon enchanted with lightning. These" he held his rune axes up to the chickens face," are dwarven rune axes, not just any rune axes... ones created by royal appointment and if there is one thing Dwarves don't like, it's magic so these two guys here were created to protect their owner from all magical energy using the boundless power of the heavens i.e. lightning."
Reaching forward to grasp the fowl by the neck the knight rasied the chicken off his feet.
"Now what I really need now is some healing, and you're the perfect candidate." Tightening his grip and reciving an ingratious squark in return (that is best not translated for the benifit of younger readers) the anti-paladin began to drain the life force from Lord Raptors body.
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