JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Tuck curses in what Regdar may or may not understand as the kobold’s racial tongue as they watch the other two assassins snap out of whatever enchantment previously bound them.
Almost too fast to observe with the untrained eye, Tuck rapidly produces bolts from his pack and in quick succession fires his crossbow at each of the assaillants in turn.
”Get ‘em!” he orders Mutt without stopping his own attacks.
Almost too fast to observe with the untrained eye, Tuck rapidly produces bolts from his pack and in quick succession fires his crossbow at each of the assaillants in turn.
”Get ‘em!” he orders Mutt without stopping his own attacks.
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