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Larry sees his moment of attack. He stops and holds his breath, as he is very near the man. Cyril probably had tons of magical protections, so he would end this battle the old fashion way...by running his sword through the fool's gut! Larry then charged forward, both blades swirling in the air, intent on bringing his opponent down fast. He yelled as he ran, knowing that he could not be seen and expecting his opponent to be so disoriented as to not know from which direction the attack was coming.
OOC>>>Do as you please.
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