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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 830297" data-attributes="member: 1856">In his years a gladiator, Dukotti had faced off against more foes than he could count.  But none had been the living dead.  He had heard of such things, of course.  A few muls had told him the story of how twelve prized fighters fought a hundred shambling corpses which struck barehanded with the force of mauls.  In the end, only those three half-dwarves survived the carnage.  They had won much fame for their masters that day.But this was not a corpse, it was spirit.  Either way, he was now placed between that fool's crossbow and his enemy.  A few pinprick scars in his back are the only remnants of that particular lesson in cooperation with archers.The great elf crouches very low, his weapons scraping the ground and leaps once more toward the wall at his right.  Reaching the upper corner, his reflexes and training guide him into a spinning leap into the opposite wall going just above the frozen Tallask's head.  He braces a powerful arm on the elf's head and pushes off once more against the wall, aiming for the ground just to the right of the spectre.  Dukotti arches his back and kicks his legs up and behind him in midair, reaches out with his arms, and hits the ground rolling.  When he kips up to his feet, he is somehow holding his sword.  When he had time to draw it is a mystery but a brief, slight breeze blows down the hall from his direction.Fear and caution giving way to necessity, he brings the sword in an upward arc across the spirit's back.  He doubts it will work, but it's better than a bolt in the arse.OOC: Tumble check through a threatend area at +20.  Psionic Draw as a free action.  Attack with +1 Longblade at +12. (1d8+4 dmg)</blockquote>

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