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Mithrandir
After the battle, and being removed from it, the elf gradually came out of his shock, although his left eye was still twitching uncontrollably. He had failed again, just as he'd failed... them.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he practiced against a wooden dummy with his wooden practice sword. Next time, there will only be a 60% chance that I'll run away crying, or collapse in a heap. With his new resolve he brought his sword down and around in a vicious arc that hit the dummy hard, and broke it's arm off, as well sa cracking his own sword.
[ 02-04-2005, 09:48 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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