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Message: <blockquote data-quote="deadestdai" data-source="post: 1230605" data-attributes="member: 13678">A mere second passed and Vespazian realised he was alone in all this. The Muragar were elsewhere in this pea-soup and the fog-muffled screams, war-cries and clangs of each sides weapons gave him little indication of which direction to head for if flight were an option. The elf's comment affected Vespazian naught. The captain knew as soon as the ambush had not worked that they could only now retreat and regroup. If at all. Someone was to blame for this..... Yes, yes.... Corporal Blaught. That snivveling wretch should have brought news of the elven advance long before they were able to strike at Vespazians forces. That goblin will pay for his failures.The last wound from the elf had surprised the Captain. Those dancing pig-stickers have a sting to them - time to end their dance. Drawing upon a strength from within his heart, Vespazian roars a war cry in an olde tongue and swings once more at the creature a look of sadistic glee upon his features.</blockquote>