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<blockquote data-quote="Brimshack" data-source="post: 4163332" data-attributes="member: 34694"><p>Alright, I think I can do this again. I’m sorry, I just felt all somehow. I can’t dwell on what happened to my friend right now. Some day I will have something to say about that, but right now let’s just concentrate on getting through the rest of this fight okay?</p><p></p><p>So, after…</p><p></p><p>…well, anyway, after, you know, the axe-man in front of me was still trying to defend himself and the remaining Knight, Seamus stabbed him once in the chest. And Karla descended upon him with a vengeance. I saw her look at the wound a moment, then she switched hands with her short sword. She looked so focused, and I wondered what she had in mind. What she did next took me by surprise. More importantly, it took the axe wielding thug by surprise. She actually reached out and grabbed the top of his shield with her free hand, forcing it down. She then jabbed straight over the top of his shield with her blade. Her face was so close to him and so vulnerable. Her opponent immediately moved to bring his axe blade up and across his body. He meant to sweep her up and off him, probably doing damage in the process – she was so exposed to that blade. But the man’s body would not cooperate. He got his arm about half way there and then something stopped him. I saw the man’s chin dip slightly toward the wound on his chest as he flinched in pain. His grip loosened on the axe for just a moment, and he just stood there. It was only a moment, but you could see the man’s death in his own eyes.</p><p></p><p>Karla’s blade traveled unopposed to the man’s throat. He stood there for a moment, adding his own blood to the stains rapidly accumulating on my own dress. Then, his knees buckled. His axe bounced a bit as it struck the ground at our feet.</p><p></p><p>As I looked around I could see the remaining foes trying to run out of the building. Some made it and some did not, because a few of us need to work on visioning our compassion. I think it’s safe to say that, yes I do.</p><p></p><p>And that was the end of the fight. I was standing there in a pool of blood, mostly mine, some from the axe man. As the spirit of battle subsided, I suddenly realized the extent of my own injuries. My left limb hung useless at my side and the broken bones were exposed in both my shoulder and my hand. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I was till crying like a small child, but I did have the power to help myself. …somewhere deep down I knew I had the power. I had to lean on my staff as I summoned the healing powers. Several companions with smaller injuries gathered around me. Taking my time, I deliberately spread the healing magic about us all. In one spell, I quickly had the others up and running, but for myself it took two more spells to finally heal up.</p><p></p><p>I could do nothing about my dress of course. It was completely ruined.</p><p></p><p>And then the city guard showed up, and let me tell you some people just really have to focus on the negatives. They wanted to know who swung first and who hit whom with what weapon, when and where and why. They asked all the questions over and over again. And when you’d satisfied one of them, the other would walk up and ask you all the same things over and over again. </p><p></p><p>I tried to work with some of them on understanding why they felt the need to go over all of this disgusting filth in such detail, but they just weren’t in a therapeutic mood it seems. My friend Karla tells me that we were actually in danger of going to the local prison for a bit there. I couldn’t imagine it myself. I mean it must have been obvious. We were ambushed. All of my goshes, how could anyone not realize it wasn’t our fault. Cheese and crackers, some of these people need to work on visioning their own common sense, I tell you!</p><p></p><p>Foo! </p><p></p><p>I mean, I’m just standing there drenched in my own blood, and someone else’s too, and I have a river of tears flowing down my cheeks and these men have a hundred questions to ask a hundred times each. It’s just not right. </p><p></p><p>Priorities people!</p><p></p><p>Well, anyway, theguards did let us go eventually. So, we limped back to Lord Methgar’s place. All we had of my friend was his sword. The guards took his body off along with those of our enemies. Something about that didn't seem right, but so be it. The rest of us had made it. We were a little frazzled but essentially intact. I’ll tell you all about our visit with Methie later. For right now, let me wish you well as I should have all along.</p><p></p><p>I am so sorry for my rudeness in the previous entries.</p><p></p><p>Warmth in your Soul my dear friends and Happiness in your Heart.</p><p>Love</p><p>Alyra.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brimshack, post: 4163332, member: 34694"] Alright, I think I can do this again. I’m sorry, I just felt all somehow. I can’t dwell on what happened to my friend right now. Some day I will have something to say about that, but right now let’s just concentrate on getting through the rest of this fight okay? So, after… …well, anyway, after, you know, the axe-man in front of me was still trying to defend himself and the remaining Knight, Seamus stabbed him once in the chest. And Karla descended upon him with a vengeance. I saw her look at the wound a moment, then she switched hands with her short sword. She looked so focused, and I wondered what she had in mind. What she did next took me by surprise. More importantly, it took the axe wielding thug by surprise. She actually reached out and grabbed the top of his shield with her free hand, forcing it down. She then jabbed straight over the top of his shield with her blade. Her face was so close to him and so vulnerable. Her opponent immediately moved to bring his axe blade up and across his body. He meant to sweep her up and off him, probably doing damage in the process – she was so exposed to that blade. But the man’s body would not cooperate. He got his arm about half way there and then something stopped him. I saw the man’s chin dip slightly toward the wound on his chest as he flinched in pain. His grip loosened on the axe for just a moment, and he just stood there. It was only a moment, but you could see the man’s death in his own eyes. Karla’s blade traveled unopposed to the man’s throat. He stood there for a moment, adding his own blood to the stains rapidly accumulating on my own dress. Then, his knees buckled. His axe bounced a bit as it struck the ground at our feet. As I looked around I could see the remaining foes trying to run out of the building. Some made it and some did not, because a few of us need to work on visioning our compassion. I think it’s safe to say that, yes I do. And that was the end of the fight. I was standing there in a pool of blood, mostly mine, some from the axe man. As the spirit of battle subsided, I suddenly realized the extent of my own injuries. My left limb hung useless at my side and the broken bones were exposed in both my shoulder and my hand. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I was till crying like a small child, but I did have the power to help myself. …somewhere deep down I knew I had the power. I had to lean on my staff as I summoned the healing powers. Several companions with smaller injuries gathered around me. Taking my time, I deliberately spread the healing magic about us all. In one spell, I quickly had the others up and running, but for myself it took two more spells to finally heal up. I could do nothing about my dress of course. It was completely ruined. And then the city guard showed up, and let me tell you some people just really have to focus on the negatives. They wanted to know who swung first and who hit whom with what weapon, when and where and why. They asked all the questions over and over again. And when you’d satisfied one of them, the other would walk up and ask you all the same things over and over again. I tried to work with some of them on understanding why they felt the need to go over all of this disgusting filth in such detail, but they just weren’t in a therapeutic mood it seems. My friend Karla tells me that we were actually in danger of going to the local prison for a bit there. I couldn’t imagine it myself. I mean it must have been obvious. We were ambushed. All of my goshes, how could anyone not realize it wasn’t our fault. Cheese and crackers, some of these people need to work on visioning their own common sense, I tell you! Foo! I mean, I’m just standing there drenched in my own blood, and someone else’s too, and I have a river of tears flowing down my cheeks and these men have a hundred questions to ask a hundred times each. It’s just not right. Priorities people! Well, anyway, theguards did let us go eventually. So, we limped back to Lord Methgar’s place. All we had of my friend was his sword. The guards took his body off along with those of our enemies. Something about that didn't seem right, but so be it. The rest of us had made it. We were a little frazzled but essentially intact. I’ll tell you all about our visit with Methie later. For right now, let me wish you well as I should have all along. I am so sorry for my rudeness in the previous entries. Warmth in your Soul my dear friends and Happiness in your Heart. Love Alyra. [/QUOTE]
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