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Therlion slashed at one man as he saw a man by his side get cut in half by a longsword. Another one fell, and Therlion realised that things are getting more grim by the moment. He pressed on forward, to get to the very point of the front lines, and he took out his two reamining elven daggers. The daggers and the shortsword were thrown into the air, and Therlion ducked to grab a longsword from the ground. Slashing with the longsword at the closest enemy, just to keep him distracted, the daggers and the shortsword rushed down and cut the man in dozens of places. The three weapons bolted for the next target and the shortsword dug inside the man's chest. As Therlion was fighting a third man, the weapons now flew into the air, and spread out across the enemies ranks, cutting at them with every chance, some men escaping with supreficial wounds, others getting hamstringed, maimed or dead by the frantic racing of the blades. It took more and more out of Therlion's concentration to control the weapons, and he drew a few steps back within his own men, but still maintained a good view of the battlefield. A man knocked out Therlion's sword from his arm, but was cut down by Kalam's men. Therlion's only role now was looking over the battlefield, directing the blades on where to cut.
[ 09-08-2004, 06:51 AM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ]
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