by Jak Snide » Wed Sep 10, 2003 8:10 pm
Saen's whip lashed at the drow's hand, wrapping itself around his wrist. Scowling, the would-be escapee yanked himself free. Right before he let out a cry of absolute agony, and collapsed onto the floor, clutching at his now mangled left knee, which had been all but destroyed by Ratch's gunplay. Brandon, noting the sudden change of the situation, stopped his swing and quickly checked the drow. He wasn't going to be putting up a fight, but blood loss may prevent him from becoming a captive.
Among the now dying chaos of combat, Ree spotted something out of the corner of his eye. The drow who'd previously been taken down by Brandon was pressing a small vial to his lips. Although he couldn't make out what was in the vial, it was a safe bet that it was a healing potion.
At that very moment, Larak felt the pain in his side die down. While he was too busy being engaged in melee to notice what'd happened, the elven mage lowered his hands, the white glow around them fading away.
Then, Boreas spoke his proposal. He didn't a chance to check how well it'd gone down, since a moment later he was staggering backwards, his right shoulder screaming in agony. The sword wielding drow had not taken kindly to his offer, and instead had made a wreck of poor Ree.
However, his attacker had about a third of a second to gloat before his legs were taken out from under him. Quite literally. Larak's axe cleaved through bone and flesh alike, turning the unfortunate dark elf into three, very dead, pieces.
Slowly, the drow Ree had spotted drinking rose to his feet, arms raised above his head. The fight was over, it seemed.
<span style="font-size:xx-small;">(Status: Larak is up to 78 HP, and Boreas was twocked down to 24, and now being in no small deal of pain. The battle, however, is over. Both swordsmen are dead, and you have one standing captive, and another who needs his wounds tended to on risk of death, although it's only apparent to Saen and Brandon right now.)</span>