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From: anthony@infi.net (Anthony Ignacio)
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Subject: [DT] - Repost Part 7
Date: 30 Sep 1994 20:30:25 GMT
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What were but seconds seemed like hours and what were but min-
utes seemed like days.  Kelanen fought for his life in an alien
world with no resources to call upon but his own.  Shallow
gashes dotted his upper arms and chest, his sword fight with
the demonic Dread taking its toll.

I can't hold out for much longer, Kelanen grimaced.  Parrying
yet another blow from one of the three Dread, he felt his sword
arm getting weaker, fatigue eating away at his reserves of
strength.

Another demon blade bit into Kelanen's flesh, his defenses
slowly crumbling against the combined onslaught of the agile
netherbeings; the Dread's coldfire blade leeching away even
more of Kelanen's waning strength.  Seeds of depair took root
at the back of his mind, I'm not going to be able to make it
out of this one, he thought.

With his magefire-lit warblade slowly dimming, Kelanen prepared
for one last all out desperation attack.  Shifting to an of-
fensive stance he grinned, I'll take as many of these Hellspawn
with me as I can.  Before he could launch into one last deadly
dance of death with the remaining three Dread, his magesight
picked out a figure out of the corner of his eye rushing to-
ward the cluster of Dread, brandishing a glowing mace.

The robed figure hurled himself into the Dreads' midst and took
one mighty swing of his holy weapon, connecting solidly with
one of the caught-off-guard creatures.  A shatteringly brilliant
flash of white light flared as the war mace sunk cleanly into
the creature's bosom.

In the afterglow of the robed stranger's initial attack, another
figure appeared at the other end of the war torn plaza.  Gestur-
ing with his hands and mumbling something under his breath, the
second stranger pointed towards one of the uninjured Dread.  A
stick thin line of silver thread flew straight as an arrow,
striking the unprepared creature in the back.  As it struck, the
silver strip of thread split and lengthened forming a gleaming
webwork pattern across the Dread's broad back.  Spreading, the
silver web wove itself into an entangling net bringing the Dread
crashing to its knees.

Watching the templar and weaver with detached amusement,
Kelanen mused, how fortunate for me they arrived...enemy of
my enemy is my friend.  Grinning broadly, he launched himself
back into the thick of the fray swinging his warblade with a
renewed strength.

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