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Post by Darkwalker on Nov 25, 2003 21:58:41 GMT -5
Sarvonis curses softly as the creature ignores the gears. hastily rummaging around, he finds another set of gears, which he lobs at the creature's knees, while lobbing the hammer at head level. Fishing throught eh box reveals a heavy ratchett and a crowbar. Grabbign the crowbar, he leans in a ready stance and watches the monster's reaction.
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Post by Shura on Dec 2, 2003 16:29:03 GMT -5
Hawkblade, steps in front, and swipes at it with his greatsword. Demoralised, it doesn't look like it has much more stomach for a fight and makes off into the darkness, grunting.
The battle won, Hawkblade regards his charges in amazement. 'The heros of legend would envy your prowess. My father will be pleased with these demons I bring home.' He chuckes and leads the way once more.
After finishing his healing, Arin checks if the others are ok. There was nothing he needed to expend energy for, anyway. Acknowledging the need for silence, he followed until a palisade wall mounted on a hill came up into view. Two barbarian riders mounted on similar beasts to Hawkblade apporached from the gate cautiously.
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Post by Darkwalker on Dec 18, 2003 0:46:54 GMT -5
Cursing softly, Sarvonis trots over to his gears and hammer and picks them up, muttering under his breath as he replaces everything in the toolbox, then stands up and follows.
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