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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dave_o" data-source="post: 3514732" data-attributes="member: 2933">The ArenaThe two shafts leaving Spratnik's bow neatly fling water into his eyes, rain flicking off the fletching. He watches the first get swatted down, Blacktooth treating it like a fly, yet the second...Vrek and Razzit find themselves splattered with pulp from Blacktooth's ruined eye, the beast lumbering dangerously, ramming a hand to his eye with a snap of the arrow shaft. Rain washes over the orc as he opens his mouth wide, roaring, his cries echoing off the surrounding stone walls.Quieting, he falls, sending up a massive gout of water. The crowd goes silent. Lightning.Vrek leans on his spear heavily, breath heaving, and looks to Razzit worriedly, ignoring the lost teeth. "You will aid me, yes?" He thumps the butt of his spear in the mud. "Yes?!"The witch doctor who began the melee, copper sun shedding water in runnels, begins to make his way over the precariously slippery stands to the Warboss' observation box...Spratnik attacks Blacktooth, hitting AC 23 for 9 damage.Get our yer roleplay spurs!</blockquote>