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PLEASE NOTE: this is edited..
She watches as the man kills the wasp, saving Anarrima then senses the spell the first cleric casts and winces, but is safe in her magic from it. She snarls at the cleric as he picks up Anarrima’s staff, but can do nothing about it at the moment, so seeks elsewhere to take out her anger…
The wolf moves like lightning, her sharp claws tearing into the stone floor keeping her footing, and leaps at Cleric 4, ripping a chunk of his butt and thigh out. She immediately leaps back into the safe aura and turns...
Standing there, blood dripping from her muzzle to the floor in slow drips, she raises her hackles, and stamps the stone floor with one paw. The amulet around her neck flashes in a blazing blue arc that speeds towards the Cleric holding Anarrima’s staff……
[ 02-15-2006, 11:04 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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