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Although panting heavily only moments ago, the sight of someone in danger and the desire to do something about it seemed to fill him with fresh energy. Joram tried to simultaneously move forward and clear his freshly-whet sword from it's well-oiled scabbard, and succeeded at both. Rather than charging for the knights, he took a swing at the syrenge. His fear of poison-filled needles was greater than that of two warriors worrying about a paladin.
He had to drive the nurse away from the girl, smash the poison from the sharp pointy thing and turn around in time to help Tancred in his fight.
Knowing he was 'allowed' to wave his sword about as he pleased and strike at whomever he wanted folled him with a sense of freedom, and Joram was sure he could do it.
[ 01-31-2003, 09:37 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]
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