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Ni Deng
With the elementals causing havok among the ranks of the paladins and fear evident on the face of the wizard, he knew he had little choice but to act. He patted the earth around the plant, put his gardening tools away, rose to his feet and smoothed his robes. Then he walked over to the daemon, staying just out of range.
"Nifty trinket you are having, I must say," he said in his haphazard old man's voice. "All that's missing is ring against bad breath for you to make it in the world."
The gardener closed his eyes a moment, and miniature blue lightining played across his eyelids. When he opened them, the whites were gone.
"CARRICK!"
The name boomed through the air, and he staggered back a little at the intensity of his own voice. He thought it would be better to lower it a little, just enough to make sure it carried through all the way to the center of the amulet. A rim of white returns to his eyes. His voice still has a rich quality to it, but it is mostly sharp.
"Carrick. After all these years you still haven't learned anything. You have focussed so much on going through the wall that you did not even see the door. If your spirit can't get out, I am ashamed to be human."
Ni Deng was about to tell him just where this door might be, when fangs sank into his left arm. He fought back a scream as he retreated several steps.
Knowing the poison would spread soon, he took out his lopping shears and, with a little effort, cut off his own arm. Again the blue lightning appeared, and the skin around the wound knit together.
The pain had brought him out of his concentration, and he slunk back out of the way. He hoped the spirit of the wizard would find a way to escape using brain rather than sheer force, before the daemon got them all. Knowing Cerrick, that was admittedly most unlikely. He'd wait until after the creature was sent back to the abyss.
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