(ooc: Thanks for the compliments, SecretMaster. [img]smile.gif[/img] )
Thanks to the
power shield, the arrow which had entered through a slit in StoneRock's armor merely stopped short of touching him. StoneRock swore an oath as he pulled out the arrow. Fenric charged off towards the attackers, now totally berserk with rage. Being half-wolf and also with his blood saturated with magic by years of Magnus' experimentation, Fenric proved highly resistant to poison. Several quarrels flew towards him and he dodged them again with the odd one or two being bounced off by the
shield. Meanwhile, the
skeletal wraith summoned by Chun-Li flew towards one of the assassins. With the
wall of force gone, the assailants were wide open to the
wraith's attacks. Several arrows were fired at the
wraith and passed right through while it closed its distance with one of the assassins and swung a spectral claw right through him. The assassin screamed loudly with horror and pain as a large portion of his bodily heat was drained away by the
wraith, and collapsed to the ground, face blue and trembling all over. Fenric also sprang upon another assassin and struck him full force with a claw causing him to tumble across the room. Outside, the heavy footsteps of the marble guardians grew inexorably closer though at a painfully slow pace, while eerie vapors sprayed out from the summoning bottles thrown by the assassins...
A number of crossbow bolts flew towards Ghzarbanan and would have found their mark had Sir Morgeruat not quickly come out and blocked the missiles with his great shield of shining steel. StoneRock promptly gulped down a mana potion while Rufus put on the speed boots he had been appraising earlier and ran outside -- just as a number of darts flew towards him. A couple pricked his neck and immediately he felt a burning sensation spread from the site of injury. Gritting his teeth with pain, he pointed his wand at the assassins. "
Magic missiles!" he shouted -- and eight tiny, silvery needles of magical force appeared in the air and whisked off towards the assassins...
(ooc: Don't forget, Azrael -- any spells the assassins might employ are as much subjected to the
dampening effects of the plane as those cast by our heroes!
)
[ 08-01-2002, 10:29 PM: Message edited by: K T Ong ]