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Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56
Jonal looked at the gaping hole with a sickness in his stomach...and then felt a shove from behind. It had come prematurally. He was not at the lip of the hole when shoved and halfway expected something like this to occur.
By now, he had been able to work his bonds loose on his wrists, though they were bleeding from the skin being rubbed raw in doing so. The adrenaline rush took care of any sensation of pain however. As he stumbled forward with the shove, Jonal lurched to the side and threw himself to the floor in front of the hole where the planks had been set. He grabbed up one and come up swinging as the closest guard...the one that had removed the planks, was right on top of him. Jonal swung upward and caught the man under the chin with the plank which made him stumble backwards and lose his footing which toppled him into the pit. The other guard come running up to Jonal with his sword drawn, but Jonal had a much longer reaching weapon. He shoved it forward, catching the man in the face with it, and as he fell backwards, Jonal swung it around again and caught the man on the right side of the neck with the board, breaking the man's bones. Jonal threw the board down and walked calmly back the way he had come, looking for the officer he had just spoken to. He found him.
He smiled at the officer.
"Tell Shaka that I do not appreciate his hospitality.
Ask him if I could maybe have a better place to stay while I'm here."
[ 08-27-2005, 04:48 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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