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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 1220851" data-attributes="member: 227">The fists and feet of Cord and Ebri, along with a spray of lesser acid orbs from Burl, were driving the bandits back, and with the fire serpent hissing and attacking too their morale was quickly crumbling, seeing their leader in red armour assailed by more of Melisande's magic. Even then the warrior still stood, moving after Sebastion as the Huronese man brought round his own two-bladed weapon to bear.They met with a clash of steel as the whirling bladestaff struck out again and again, Sebastion managing to fend off attacks with such strength behind them that the blades sparked as they met. On the defensive, Sebastion saw an opening and struck down hard, blade biting through an unarmoured spot and sinking into the red-armoured soldier with a spurt of blood.The two-bladed sword seemed to thrum in his hand.His breathing ragged from effort as the bladestaff-wielding foe slid off his weapon to crumple on the ground, Sebastion's vision seemed to fog momentarily, blood rushing in his ears.* * *Heavy armour enclosed him, the smell of blood and smoke thick in the air and the cries of battle on the wind. He pulled the double-blade back, letting the red-armoured soldier slide off it; the sword thrummed eagerly, the enchanted weapon having pierced easily through the scale mail. To either side of him other Huronese warriors clashed with more of the red-armoured troops, blades clamouring. The sandy red earth was being tainted a deeper crimson by the blood of the fallen today.Beside him a huge, metal shape thundered past, smashing the red-armoured ones aside like ragdolls; the steam-powered armour of the Black Knight belching out smoke as he came to their aid, massive axe clenched in one powered fist. Further back, the wizard yelling to him. "Commander Cornell, step back! Alban, step back! The Flame Guild are going to fireba.." the ground shook nearby as fire ripped forth, the battle-lines thrown into complete confusion, and he staggered...* * *The din of combat faded around Sebastion as he blinked away the red mist and the momentary vision; the few remaining bandits fled as the black-armoured warrior cut down another with his axe, but the Huronese man was left atop his horse, which whinnied fearfully and trotted around uncertainly in the carnage, the blade still feeling strange in his hands.* * *Wyshira's attention was focused almost wholly on Wolf as he lay twitching and convulsing in the dirt. She was sure now that the red-armored man's arrows had poisoned the tough mercenary; and that it was the poison that had incapacitated him, not the wounds themselves.Trying to hold him still with one hand, Wyshira reached with the other for Wolf's neck, feeling with her fingers for the throb of his jugular vein. She whispered the words of her spell, pumping divine energy into him which would lock away the poison in his system and prevent it from doing further harm. Lock it away, but not banish it. It would become active again when her spell wore off, and she could only hope that a cure could be found before then.Wyshira muttered her prayer over Wolf as the bandits fled; the red-armoured archer seemed to have made his get-away too having seen the ambush crumble. As the spell took effect, the ravaging poison seemed to halt its rampage through the ranger's system, and his comatose form seemed to calm a little, the twitching stopping. Around her, the groans of the wounded and dying bandits arose.The black knight whistled from within his helm, and the mighty warhorse he rode gave up chasing down bandits to obediently hurry back over to him. With clamouring footsteps he strode to the travellers, axe stowed back at his side and apparently with no hostile intent. The black armour was full plate and elaborate though even this close it was hard to make out the designs, but the amulet he wore round his neck was crafted of a small ruby, artfully depicting the emblem of Urazel, a dragon coiling around a flaming brazier.He reached up to remove his helm; his face youthful but fine-featured and a head of cropped fair hair, smiling grimly."Hail and greetings," he said with a nod of acknowledgement. "Angelo Dar'Averask, Black Knight Novice of Zhatan, at your services, good people." His smile became more friendly. "I was hunting those bandits. It seems you were less on the way of easy pickings than they thought, from your display of defence."</blockquote>

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