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In the end, he decided the stranger at the bar would have the
most reason to fatten his pockets.
"Err..I think this will have to wait." Mitro mumbled to the
barkeep as he twisted the ring around on his finger. After a
few seconds, with no response, he twisted again. *Here we go
again* he thought to himself as he noticed the two archers on
the balcony draw up to aim.
"nose fere." Grubz said as he noticed the two aiming his way.
Before anyone could react, the ogre grabbed the closest blue-
banded woman and hurled her into the support beam. With a
sickening thud, followed by an ear splitting crack, the support
beam came crashing down.
The crossbowman fell head first. Screamed and then fell silent.
The force of the impact left his neck and back twisted at an
inhuman angle. His buddy with the bow fell and crashed into
the table the Mitsos was sitting at. As the table splintered,
Mitsos rolled to the side. The archer quickly recovered and
jumped to his feet.
"Now you die." Joln, the red headed giant of a man screamed
as he charged Grubz. Just as Joln approached, Mitro's hand
subconsciously entended and two bolts of black shot into
Joln's back. Two smoldering holes appeared in the man's
armor and he immediately turned to face his newest attacker.
The smelly one could wait.
"WAIT!! It wasn't me, well, it was...I can explain.." Mitro
frantically pleaded. Knowing what was about to happen, Mitro
reached at his belt for a weapon. That's when the next
misfire happened.
Imagine the look on the face of the archer as he peered at
his target. One hand securely webbed to his belt. A blank,
dumbfounded stare on his face.
*That's never happened before.* Mitro said to himself. He
closed his eyes just as the archer drew back the string on
his bow......
[This message has been edited by Mitro Jellywadder (edited 10-20-2001).]
[This message has been edited by Mitro Jellywadder (edited 10-20-2001).]
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