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With a grunt, Syrathic and Dankorona hefted the body of the gnome that couldn't walk and began to walk back to where the group at gathered before. "Sheesh. You gnomes are heavy," Syrathic muttered.
As they ventured forth, the Elf heard the voice of Ruby coming to meet them with Wyrd, offering help. "Yes, we could really use some help here," Syrathic said. "I don't know if we could make it all the way back carrying this guy. Your help is appreciated."
The Elf turned to survey the battle situation. He was just in time to see Brendon's fall from the dragon. He turned to Ruby, "I trust you can take care of these gnomes. Brendon needs help!"
With a quick reach, he pulled his two swords from their sheaths and ran toward his fallen friend. Brendon's bow had fallen quite far from him and Syrathic used the flat part of one of his blades to lift and then slide the bow to his arm, pausing only slightly in the process, as he ran. As he neared the fallen man, he let it slip from his arm, and the bow landed near Brendon's dazed body.
By this time, the grimlocks had made their way off the dragon's carcass and around to where Brendon was now laying. The grimlocks were in such a frenzy that the appearance of a new foe did nothing to halt them, and they charged at the Elf. Syrathic bowed his head quickly, as if accepting a duel, and rushed forward to meet their charge, blades flashing as he moved. "Find your bearings quickly, Brendon," he silently hoped as he attacked.
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