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OOC> Ar-Cunin, I've been a DM for a long time. Thanks. IC>
KINN'ZUWANNIK (He buffets with his wings, driving all back form him but not knocking anyone out. Seeing them scrabling to get up, he grabs the redheaded squire and grabs her around the waist, holding her before his face. Ignoring her frantic attacks on his claw, he locates Blandamour.) "Hold, all, or I shall kill her. You would not want that, would you, my good knight? I know that you can resurrect your kind, but, not if she is dissolved in my breath." (Eyes Blandamour speculatively) "I well know that your sword can slay me, but will it be worth it, to lose your lover? Come, give me your word that you will not attack again, and let us talk. Your princess," (nods dismissively at Gudrun) is safe and obviously has taken no great harm, if she can stab like that. What will you gain by killing me. And, besides your little leman, I do not come empty-clawed to the discussion. I have some knowledge that I think that you will like to know. Well, shall we talk? Or, are your little mistress and I to die together?"
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