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As Syrathic made his move out of the darkness, he heard the creature moving. He hoped it was the creature giving chase, but instead, the creature leapt at him and swiped. The elf was surprised by the move and took two claws to the back. Syrathic groaned in pain as he fell to the ground, his weapons dropping out of his hands. "That thing is pretty agile for a big monster," he thought. "But at least it followed me out. I hope that Brendon is getting some pot-shots in."
In answer, he heard Brendon's bow sing twice. Syrathic pulled himself off the ground, picking up his two swords in the process, and turned toward the creature. The beast's crest had risen and Brendon had taken his shots directly at it! Hopefully, they would hit. Syrathic glanced to the side and noticed Brendon charging. "Does he know what he's doing?" the elf thought as kept himself out of the creature's immediate range.
He heard another sound from the other side; it sounded like a creature flying. Another figure had emerged from the direction of Brendon's other companions. "This must be the backup that Brendon was talking about," the elf thought. "Good thing; we're not doing so great."
With the beast's crest up, Syrathic felt that there best chance of defeating the creature had arrived. "I'm going in!" he yelled to the figure now close enough to help. "Help as you can!" Then he turned and charged back in, blood flowing from the wounds he had sustained.
ooc: Hehe, I figured out colors. Anyway, Azrael, help us out!
[ 10-29-2002, 01:09 PM: Message edited by: Lord Starshadow ]
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