‘Heh, not such a good a defense as he had hoped,” thought Miklos, his body frozen by Trilena’s spell.
Still he quite admired the turn of casting speed and the subtle movements. “At least my dieing moments will be educational.”
His shot too slow, and the witch’s recovery too swift, Feldard didn’t have the time he needed to reload his crossbow—already he could hear her speaking her magics to bring him down. There was no way now that he could save Saeth, not if he hoped to survive this himself, which he did. Feldard rolled to the side grabbing up his trusted battle axe in doing so, and heaved it with all the strength he had. The dwarf let loose the axe at the zenith of his arc aiming it towards the possessed elf. Battle axes are not made for throwing, and Feldard could tell as it left his hand that its rotation was clumsy. For once, even the dwarf prayed. Let it be enough.
Maruc continued to pray for release so he could aid his companion. “Mighty Halav sat on thine throne aid my dwarven friend against this foe!” he wished.
Both their prayers were answered for the moment, as Trilena’s spell was disrupted when she was forced to raise her arms to block the dwarf’s swift, but awkward toss. The heavy enchanted axe cut through Saeth’s armor, lightly wounding her forearm. Again, the witch winced in pain. Her anger heightened and eyeinging the dwarf’s crossbow, she drew Saeth’s blade with her unwounded arm. Trilena had virtually no combat training, but the stupid dwarf had just thrown his only melee weapon and she was anxious to take advantage of this young, strong, nimble body she had stolen.
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November 9, 2008 at 11:31 pm
Feldard watched the witch-elf warily in return as he stood once more. Unsurprisingly, he was relieved that she was pulling Saeths sword rather than trying for another spell, even if he was at the disadvantage. He was acutely aware he had no weapon. His crossbow had been left behind when he rolled and his axe lay behind the witch from this throw.
“You think you have what it takes to take me on, Witch? Think again. Even unarmed I am more than match for the likes of you. Must be that elven blood.” The dwarf knew that when taunted to anger, people were rash and made mistakes.
He backed away slowly towards the fallen Maruc, his eyes not leaving the Witch as she made her approach. When she swung to strike, he jumped back and rolled once more; this time over the downed cleric, reaching for the paralyzed humans’ weapon. He was unskilled in using the flail but circumstances were rather dire. He struck out, as he’d seen Maruc do many times before. His target: the witches legs – yet again. Not familiar with weapons her stance was too narrow; if he could topple her, he had a good chance of pinning her and saving Saeth, as well as the others.
November 12, 2008 at 7:34 pm
From his prone position Maruc admired the quick thinking Dwarf as he fished the flail from his hand. A flail would have a different balence to an axe, which is similar to a mace, its all about judgement and swing. If the fight played out in front of him he’d be interested to see if the dwarf handled it with any finess.
November 12, 2008 at 7:38 pm
Miklos glanced to the right and had the unerving experience of looking at the back of his own head. He noticed he was balding prematurely at the crown. He sighed inwardly and readdressed the action being played out in front of him. He feverently hoped the Feldard would prove the bane of the magical classes as he was swiftly earning a reputation for.
November 12, 2008 at 7:39 pm
Nicolai bled…