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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1504215" data-attributes="member: 143">Chapter 130“No!” Zenna cried, from where she knelt over the prostrate form of Mole.  The gnome had finally slipped from consciousness, but Zenna had stabilized her with her last healing spell.  She lacked the power to stop the apparently indefatigable dwarven defender as he lifted his axe to strike the final blow against Arun, however, and her gut clenched as she remembered scenes like this one, where she’d been unable to stop the death of a friend. A harsh battle cry tore her attention from the devastating tableau.  Hodge, his armor caked with flesh blood from the wound in his shoulder, had discarded his heavy bow and shield, and now charged forward, his axe lifted high in both hands.  He barreled into the dwarven defender, his axe and body both colliding with Zenith, and he actually managed to lift one of the dwarf’s feet from the ground from the force of his impact.  But the master warrior’s imbalance was purely temporary, and as he reset his feet his twisted to face his already direly wounded foe.  Even through his incredible stamina and awesome effectiveness, it was clear, however, that Zenith’s endurance was not unlimited.  Blood flecked his lips as he turned to face Hodge, and despite the iron strength of his limbs it could be seen that he moved now with a certain jerkiness, the combined tally of his injuries beginning to take hold.  But Hodge had suffered even greater hurts, and as he tried to bring Betsy about for another attack, he stumbled.  His stroke went awry, and he could do nothing as Zenith calmly drove his axe down in a terrible arc squarely into the center of Hodge’s chest.  The dwarven miner glanced down at his chest, then shifted his eyes to Arun.  The paladin, helpless and barely clinging to consciousness, met his gaze. Hodge nodded, smiled, and then fell backward and died. Zenith stood over the broken forms of his enemies, his face impassive.  He shifted his feet, and as he slipped out of his defensive stance, he tottered and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.</blockquote>

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