Tiras shook out his tingling, burning arm. He felt the sluggish response of his muscles and cursed his luck. He ran towards the caster, as fast as he dared. He knew that tomes like that had a specific range limit, which included a minimum range that was well away from the caster. Such magic was dangerous if cast too near, after all. If he got inside that little bubble of space around that creature, he knew he could kill it quickly. Soon we'll be off this godforsaken rock. Please, Elimine, let that time come quickly.
The air changed again, and Tiras knew the caster was aiming again, though he didn't know where. He heard the bolt, but it wasn't on him. He slowed and turned, seeing that Lennox had been set on fire. It made the spite in him smirk. But he turned back around and kept going towards the caster just the same.
Just then, more figured joined the caster, but they were armed and armored, if the moonlight were anything to judge by. Looks like Hyperion was right. Figures. Tiras grit his teeth as one of them moved to attack him. The other three ran past him towards the others in the party. As the armored spearman in front of him attacked, Tiras had to dodge the halberd's head. He wrapped his arm around the shaft and struck for the wrist of the man. The spearman let go of his spear and raised his leg. Knee stomp! Shit! The squire let go of the shaft and punched at the plumed helm of the abomination while twisting his left leg harmlessly out of the way.
Steel fist connected with steel helm as the warrior stumbled back, but quickly recovered. Strong, Tiras thought as his downward strike was blocked by the halberd's haft. He pivoted the blade so that the pommel would strike his opponent's helm, just as his opponent was twisting his halberd so the head would strike Tiras'. The result was that the pommel glanced off the helm and only the shaft struck Tiras, and not even a very forceful strike. The two were off balance, and each disengaged, only for the morph to go on the offensive again.
Shit!
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There were three other morphs, each with heavier armor and weapons that were strong and un-decayed. At Lennox ran an agile spearman clad in armor. At Renata came a robed figure, wearing a muscle cuirass, shrouded in dark magic. At Raye ran a woman with a sword at her side and a bow in her hands.
As they each attacked their chosen foe, they continued the mantra, "This is a message from Lord Nergal, 'I await you at the Dragon's Gate.'"
And as the battle was joined, the air grew almost greasy with static electricity...
The air changed again, and Tiras knew the caster was aiming again, though he didn't know where. He heard the bolt, but it wasn't on him. He slowed and turned, seeing that Lennox had been set on fire. It made the spite in him smirk. But he turned back around and kept going towards the caster just the same.
Just then, more figured joined the caster, but they were armed and armored, if the moonlight were anything to judge by. Looks like Hyperion was right. Figures. Tiras grit his teeth as one of them moved to attack him. The other three ran past him towards the others in the party. As the armored spearman in front of him attacked, Tiras had to dodge the halberd's head. He wrapped his arm around the shaft and struck for the wrist of the man. The spearman let go of his spear and raised his leg. Knee stomp! Shit! The squire let go of the shaft and punched at the plumed helm of the abomination while twisting his left leg harmlessly out of the way.
Steel fist connected with steel helm as the warrior stumbled back, but quickly recovered. Strong, Tiras thought as his downward strike was blocked by the halberd's haft. He pivoted the blade so that the pommel would strike his opponent's helm, just as his opponent was twisting his halberd so the head would strike Tiras'. The result was that the pommel glanced off the helm and only the shaft struck Tiras, and not even a very forceful strike. The two were off balance, and each disengaged, only for the morph to go on the offensive again.
Shit!
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There were three other morphs, each with heavier armor and weapons that were strong and un-decayed. At Lennox ran an agile spearman clad in armor. At Renata came a robed figure, wearing a muscle cuirass, shrouded in dark magic. At Raye ran a woman with a sword at her side and a bow in her hands.
As they each attacked their chosen foe, they continued the mantra, "This is a message from Lord Nergal, 'I await you at the Dragon's Gate.'"
And as the battle was joined, the air grew almost greasy with static electricity...
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.