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From: jmondak@muskingum.edu (Jacylyn Mondak)
Subject: [KCA] Take it to the other side...\
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Date: Mon, 30 Jan 1995 00:34:16 GMT

 	The two Mordairns, one of which was Alarond, were very busy in the
physical realm.  Engaged in a to-the-death wrestling match, each was trying to
overpower the other.  
	Alarond had previously been taking large slices of Mordairn meat from
the back of his foe, the evil tasting, ichor-reeking flesh had taken the
changeling aback a bit.  He cetainly didn't expect something like Grandma used
to make, but geez, ogre slop was better than this.  
	There wasn't much time to think about home at this moment, however. 
The Mordairn was not the least bit amused by the attempt to make him dinner,
and proceeded to thwack at the interloper.  The Mordairn managed to gain
purchase with his claws in Alarond's back and then, having done so, flipped him
over like a Kung-Fu master. The foul beast then attempted to body slam his
opponent, who thankfully, had rolled away just in time.  

  	Now they both back on their haunches--seething.  Great gashes and gouts
of brackish blood poisoned the ground.  Alarond knew that he couldn't keep up 
the change for much longer without possibly making it more permanent than he 
liked to admit to.  It took a great toll to keep up appearances and to fight 
as he was,and the longer Alarond stayed in a shape, the longer the effects 
lasted. He had chosen to be an elf, and being in that shape so long, he had 
to expend very little energy in keeping his aura in the proper context--
the Mordairn was a different matter.

	(I hope you guys are winning on your side, I'm holding my own, but...)
His distracted prayer had given the Raker the opportunity it needed to pounce
on the sprite.  The creature roared almost in a cackle, thinking it would be
winning on this level and then it could turn it's attentions back to the umbra.
	
	Alarond, still having his wits about him, kicked and thrashed at the
monster enough to keep his head on his shoulders, but not much more than that. 
He needed a break--and soon or he was going to lose Alarond, one way or
another.   






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