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Adohorn had seen the Wargs from a futher distance, but had decided that it would do no harm for them to keep walking a bit; they weren't the strongest of foes and although Adohorn hadn't battled for quite some time he reckoned that he had retained enough of his previous skill to handle a Warg. If it got nasty he could always call on a greater being with his magic knowledge if the need were dire.
As the first Warg got closer Adohorn couldn't help but smirk to himself, these beasts really were fools. Whipping out his bow he pulled it back and notched his first arrow then let fly...another and another, regaining his reknowned fast paced ability, while shouting to Therlion "do what you can! But do not whatever you do, strain yourself, as that could lead to further ill health." Adohorn was ready to pull out his daggers if this Warg should make it within 10 feet of him...
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