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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 873568" data-attributes="member: 227">Sebastion stood, rooted to the spot, as the healers skidded past him to do their work. His vision still had spots dancing across it where the beam had narrowly missed him, but he saw none of it. What passed across his vision was the strangely reversed colours of flesh being burned away under the searing white light. Too damned slow! he snarled at himself, spinning on the spot. His hands were resting on the pistols again as he turned to face the creature, eyeing it as Kale desperately tried to talk. Anger is the enemy. Aner will get you killed. Anger is to be feared. He kept repeating the lesson as he stepped across between the rocky Eye-tyrant and its last target. Kale's going to fail... he realised, somewhere deep down inside. And when he does, the Nine Hells are going to come through this ravine like a stampede. Sebastion intended to be ready.As Burl began to apply his healing salve to Melisande, Wyshira stopped him, telling him to save it for another time. As he watched the priestess as she began to help Mel, Burl had a passing thought, We are most likely going to die here and now. Reaching over to his pack, Burl loosened the cover over Spike’s pouch whispering “Spike, slowly get away from us. If we survive, I’ll come for you.” Gently Burl gave his familiar a soft shove out of his pouch. Slowly Burl stood, picking up his pouch. Turning back toward the creature, Burl slowly moved away from Mel and Wyshira, his hand deftly but calmly moving back into the pouch grasping the wand of lightning. At least, I will be able to give it one good shot before it takes me out, he thought.</blockquote>

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