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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 4467557" data-attributes="member: 29558">Embassy Fight (Turn 02, Phases 09 & 12)Hearing Cyr's shout, Skáth flies swiftly toward the tent the Maor and the Maora shared with their servants.  A quick glance inside the open entry flap reveals the two servants laying in their own blood, their throats neatly cut.  The Maor Clún is writhing on his cot - alive but there is no way to determine the source of his torment from here.[sblock=For Skáth]Now that you mention it, the swords the Púca are carrying look an awful lot like those longswords the armsmen have been handling so proficiently during the trip . . .[/sblock]The serpent/woman retreats rapidly from Cairn's whirlwind axes, firing off another sickly green bolt as she goes.  Cairn feels the bolt strike his chest and again tests his resistance to the Daoine magic.  This time it finds a chink in the 'armor,' and Cairn is rocked by a wave of nausea and pain as her poison goes to work.  So intent is his focus on the beast, however, that he still manages to chase her down and strike with his deadly axes.  He finally strikes a telling blow - or the accumulation of smaller blows overwhelms her - and she falls backwards to the ground (OOC: Unconscious).The Púca that put Dílis down turns his attentions back to Cyr, and his vicious attack sorely tests the Keeper's spirit armor.  The longsword arcs in an overhand strike, and though the armor prevents a cut the force of the blow is numbing.  Quickly deciding this is currently the more dangerous foe, Cyr brings his staff back in line and thrusts the end into the Púca's chest, just below the sternum.  The Púca staggers backward, gasping for breath (OOC: Stunned).Gavril sprints for the battle between Cyr and the two Púca and makes a flying leap for a tent pole.  His game leg betrays him, however, and his intended acrobatics are only partially succesful.  He just manages to grasp a rope and swing around, but rather than slamming booted feet into the small of the Púca's back he lands neatly in front of the surprised creature.  Taking a page from a cat he knew once, the swordsman takes a stance & expression that says "That's what I meant to do all along!"  The Púca, awed by the swordsman's acrobatics and already disarmed, chooses discretion over valor and sprints for the jungle.  Béar takes a couple of half-hearted strides in pursuit, then turns back to survey the scene instead.</blockquote>

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