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Telenor tried to maneuver into the alley, but found his way blocked. The wolf and wildman, a mess of flying fur and flashing steel, kept him at bay. Telenor raised his rapier impotently, but kept his eye on the shadowy figure clinging to wall. After hearing his cry, she skittered across the wall, and swung herself up to the rooftop.
Hershan rushed into alley, barely registering the surprised look on the cleric's face as he passed. He stepped to the side of the body the other man had just downed and concentrated on the one with his attention focused on the wolf. He struck with his hand, glancing the man's back with his fist.
OOC: Hershan hit his opponent and dealt 2 nonlethal damage.
Angry, James whispered some arcane words and began to lift his hand into the air. As he did so, the attacker grinned and thrust out his short sword, stabbing James in the side. He nearly gasped, nearly doubled over, but somehow managed to complete the arcane phrase and hold his hand still. The attacker's grin froze on his face as he saw chill, blue flames encompass the druid's hand. Before he could react, James had swiped out with his glowing hand. Cold, necromantic energy suffused the man's body, draining his life force. He stood rigidly in pain, but did not fall.
Snow, another growl deep in her throat, attacked the other painted man and managed to nip his leg, just as he was stumbling from Hershan's blow to his back. She wrenched, attempting to pull him to the ground, but only succeeded in ripping a piece of cloth from his pant leg.
OOC: James provoked an attack of opporunity, took 6 damage, down to 4 hp. He maintained concentration and confirmed a critical hit against his opponent with chill touch, and dealt 9 damage, but the attacker succeeded on his Fortitude save against the Strength damage. Snow's dealt 2 damage, but did not succeed on her trip attempt.
As Polaris readied his swing for the brigand facing the strange wildman, he felt the comforting presence of the cleric behind him.
"Relax," was the only word he heard before he felt a warm glow course through his body, not unlike he had previously. This time, however, he felt the wound near his shoulder begin to knit itself and close.
OOC: Polaris healed for 3 hp, now at 9 hp.
The two men remaining began to realize they were on the losing end of the battle, surrounding as they were on both sides, trapped in the narrow alley. One became more agitated an angry, swinging his sword wildly at the wolf in front of him. One swing bit into the animal's side, but did not phase her. The other brute grew panicked as he still tried to shake off the effects of James' spell. His eyes were wide, and the grip on his sword was tight as he searched for a way out. Turning suddenly, he barrelled into Hershan.
OOC: Snow took 4 damage, down to 9 hp.
The monk had noticed the look of fear in the eyes of the painted face as the man turned, and stepped forward to block his movement.
"Let me go!" he cried as he stumbled backward.
Polaris, with renewed energy, swung his greatsword around and caught the man who had ignored his warning in the side. In mid-swing, he staggered and fell bleeding to the ground.
The man who had tried to run let out a small cry as his companion fell.
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Other than that, he is striking to subdue rather than to kill.
