Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir) Subject: [blade] Max in a tight spot. Message-ID: Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 12:20:29 GMT Max watched extremely briefly as the Draga, Meshtak made what appeared to be his escape move. The Thri-Kreen also leaped up into the nearest available landing space. Arcadio stood fascinated by the situation, while Max tensed to move. Farnham turned to the CyberWarrior, who was brandishing his pistols. "And you, put those ... things down, or we will deal with you most harshly", declared the lieutenant quite imperiously. "Not on your life, Bannen-head ", said Max with a slightly twisted smile on his face. The guards were all surprised at the blur of movement that had been Max just a second ago. He first grabbed Arcadio by the waist. "I say, unhand- whoaahh!!" Max had swung the mage around with a free hand, and using his cyberlimb ,thrown the mage up on to the roof beside Chip. Then he redrew his pistol and shot one at one guard and one at another, incinerating both crossbows. Farnham shouted, "Kill him!!!" The already unnerved guards took a few badly aimed shots. One crossbow bolt caught the CyberWarrior directly in the chest, but his armor took it easily. Such primitive weapons. He grabbed one of the guards he'd shot at, and swung him, with great strength by the man's arm. Farnham watched then his mouth opened in surprise as the guard flew at him, knocking him to the ground, and the wind out of him. Max was enjoying himself a little, truth be told, but he was worried about Power exertions. [PowerLevel] /Power.67%.Advise.escape\ Max leaped upwards, out and over the already confused guards, and landed running. On full steam, horses couldn't catch him. He was damned if these guards would. He fled in the direction of Meshtak. -- >>>[Mithranidir]<<< >>>[tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]<<< "I hate it when they aint been shaved ",Severn from Near Dark.