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Zared hopped over the bar again with a longsword in hand, seeing the failed attempts of many men to stifle the rage of the half-orc. Sayn sighed. She smiled apologetically at the woman and said, "Excuse me." Maybe if I'm good I'll get a free room.
She stood up and took a few steps toward the center of the room, then began weaving strands of magic in the air with her hands. She muttered a few cryptic words, then spread her hands in a clawlike formation in the direction of the half-orc, sending a stream of red in his direction. The energy wrapped itself around the brute's arms and torso like a rope. A hold spell was always handy in barfights.
She then drew out her two-bladed sword and strode forward, pressing the curved tip of one end to his muscular throat. She then growled.
"I never even saw you come in to get this raving drunk, scum... Care to explain that?"
[ 01-10-2004, 09:25 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]
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