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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2098564" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 9: Death in the Family ContinuedFirst of Two Updates (Hopefully)-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The thud of two arrows combined with the sound of Motega’s charging feet.  The Rornman had already hung his bow over his shoulder and drew his longsword during the charge.Magnus’ face drained as he began intoning the words for a spell.  Thyvron’s smirk only grew larger as he quickly completed another spell.  When Magnus blurted out the last few words of the spell nothing happened.  An impenetrable silence had filled the air around the mage.  His face quickly shifted from pallid to deep crimson as his eyes twitched in rage.Fitz drew the healing wand and stepped toward Tobias.  The other Culites charged toward the cleric of Ceria, all of their weapons drawn.  Arrows rained downward from two of the Culites, experienced archers.Thyvron lifted his pick-axe, to finish off the young fighter.  Screaming silently, Magnus flung himself toward the cleric.  The pick-axe dropped downward as the two bodies crumpled to the ground in a twisting, groping struggle for control.Motega leapt in front of Fitz, drawing the skilled slashing of the Culites.  The priest of Ceria knelt near the fighter, laying a hand gently on the pulse preparing to use the wand.  Tobias groaned, as if in deep sleep.  Fitz smiled as the wand slipped back into his satchel.  He stood, withdrawing his scythe, and waded in beside the Rornman.Thyvron and Magnus continued to struggle upon the ground, both reaching for the pick-axe.  Magnus’ arm shot out but the priest’s knee found a painful opening and the hand retracted sharply.  Magnus brought his fist down solidly against Thyvron’s skull.  The cleric shrugged the pain off as he extended his leg, kicking the mage to the ground.Motega and Fitz easily dropped two of the swordsmen.  Fitz charged toward the closer of the archers as Motega pursued the Culite, Wolfram.  Wolfram was moving to aid Thyvron until Motega intercepted bringing his sword upward and creating a deadly obstacle.Tobias groaned and shifted, his eyes fluttering open.  His blurry vision parted as he deciphered the wrestling forms in front of him.  He tightened his grip on his blade.Thyvron grabbed the pick-axe, lurching into a standing position.  Magnus flipped over onto his knees, scuttling out of the way.  Thyvron screamed in rage, the cocky façade on his face disappearing, as his pick-axe charged downward.Magnus’ eyes focused dead ahead at Tobias’.  Tobias’ eyes had stretched unusually wide in horror.  Slowly, the lips of the fighter spread, sound edging its way out of the hoarse throat.  Magnus’ tried a feeble grin as the pick-axe shattered his skull, the pick piercing his brain.  Fractures spread out around the impact wound, destroying the solid portions of skull still intact.  Blood flowed from the mage’s eyes and nose as his half grinning face kissed the earth.</blockquote>

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