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Subject: [DT] - One Down...Three To Go!
Date: 22 Aug 1994 18:32:08 GMT
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I was bored...so more battle scenes from outside the Inn for
Dark Tide.  Later!

-- Anthony

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Grasping his warsword tighter around the well worn handle,
Kelanen directed a surge of magefire to flicker and burn along
the weapon's blade.  Judging the distance to the closest Dread,
he lunged forward to the attack using the Boar's Charge sword
form.  Moving with a precision born of years of practice, he
ducked smoothly under the Dread's backhanded fist and drove his
flaming blade up and through the creature's sternum.  Concen-
trating, Kelanen intensified the power of the blazing magefire
down the length of his warblade, pouring molten fire into the
heart of the impaled Dread.

Great gouts of fire shot forth from the dying demon's crimson
eyes and fanged maw, illuminating the plaza with an errie
flickering ruby light.  Slumping over backwards, the Dread's
motionless body smoldered and burned with an internal fire,
sending an acrid stench wafting along the night's silent
breeze.

At the sight of the demise of one of their brethren, the re-
maining three Dread quickly encircled the cursed human who held
the sword that burned with holy fire, attempting to pen him in.
In unison, the three Brothers of Night summoned up their own
blades of demonic coldfire and slowly advanced on the surrounded
warrior.

After dispatching the first Dread, Kelanen's magesense picked
out the other three hellspawn approaching in the flickering
gloom, wielding their own deadly swords of darkfire.  Grimly,
he raised his own fiery warblade in defiance.  I'll have to
take the offensive, do what they least expect, he mused.

Charging forward, Kelanen swept toward the three remaining
Dread like an avenging angel whirling his two handed warblade
through multiple sword forms.  His ploy to keep the creatures
off balance worked.  Although they were incredibly nimble they
were not trained in the use of human weaponry as Kelanen was.

Dancing between the Dread, Kelanen weaved his own deadly pattern
of sword strokes, striking at any demon flesh left exposed to
his flurry of attacks.

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:: Anthony Ignacio    :: Old Dominion University ::
:: ignacio@cs.odu.edu :: Norfolk, Virginia, USA  ::
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