The Huntsman easily dodged Kraken's rushed shot, as he now knew his position. He saw the sun glint off something, and assumed a weapon of some kind, maybe another sniper, and he scrambled down the hill a little, giving himself some cover and a little respite. He looked over at Kilra's unmoving form, and pulled out his pistol, loading another shot into it, and then cocking the hammer, and lowering it at her head, he grimached and turned his back, as to not be sprayed by the blood, and pulled the trigger, the burst of gunfire being heard echoing through the valleys, in fact that was pretty loud for a pistol shot...
The Huntsman turned in puzzelment to his pistol, or at least what remained of it. The entire barrel was missing, yet this was no missfire, it had been clearly sheared off, but who could do such a thing? Who would dare? The dwarf turned to his right, away from his target, to his attacker. Kraken and Xander could see from their vantage point a man wearing a dark green cloak and leather armour, holding a quater staff with a see-through halberd blade on either end.
"Gretings to you, my adversary. Remember me?" queried the man, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his lips as the dwarf's expression turned from anger, to suprise, to anger again.
"Maskovar, the last time we met you were dead."
"I got better, but will you when I run my blades through your chest?" The man swung his pole-arm around, preparing to strike.
"It appears that today is not the day we find out, until we meet again." The Huntsman smiled, as his master's spell completed and he demarterialised into a small, glowing, blue orb, and sped off to the south-west, over the heads of the band of heroes, with Ayra still with him. The newcomer stared in the direction the Huntsman had fled, then turned to the drow beside him.
"A dark elf? On the surface? 'Tis a strange sight, but after the grove I can believe anything is possible, even kindness in the heart of evil." He knelt down by Kilra, genty eased the bolt out of her wound, and then placed both hands on her body, then relaxed, allowing some of his power to flow into her, healing her wounds, and reviving her to consciousness.
(Edit - Cursed typos)
Edited by: Suicidal Sprite at: 6/6/02 12:48:05 pm