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Therlion threw himself to the side and turned towards the man. He held out his open hand, and quickly closed it and pulled it towards himself, trying to disarm the enemy. The man just took a step with the blade, but held it tight. "Fine!" Therlion screamed, as he pulled out his shortsword with his right arm and one of his daggers with the other. He threw he dagger at the man, but he dodged it easily and hurled himself upon Therlion. The elf pulled his left hand as if he pulled on a rope and the man grimaced with a surprised expression. He tumbled, with the dagger sticking from his back. He crawled on the ground, still intent to kill Therlion, and got up on his knees. Therlion slashed open his throat with his shortsword. He took out the dagger from the corpse's back and started running towards the camp, but felt a pain in his leg. Then, he realised he wasn't as successfull at dodging the man's sword as he thought, as there was a long cut in his left thy. "Rrgh, stupid!" he cursed both himself and the bald man as he tore out some of his half-robes to tie a knot to stop the bleeding. He continued towards the camp.
[ 09-07-2004, 02:06 PM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ]
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