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<blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5741258" data-attributes="member: 11751">With Arnir dispatched, Omark and Thurl attempt to make quick work of Lars.&nbsp; Omark sidesteps over the bloody form of Bannock (5-ft to F5) and Thurl slides into the entrance (5-ft to D4).&nbsp; In a well coordinated move, the two rogues have their rapiers and kukri's positioned and they stab and slash furiously at the cornered Lars.One rapier catches Lars in the sternum, while the other punctures his underarm.&nbsp; Blood runs down Lars' black armor from many wounds.&nbsp; He slumps back into the corner and raises his blade to block the next strike.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the kukri slashes downward, over his guard and slashes a long gash along Lars' neck.&nbsp; The walls are painted by a jet from his jugular and he slumps down to the ground, leaving a bloody smear on the masonry.The last words Lars hears as his vision blacks out are the stuttered and pain-filled grumblings of Merrywinter: &quot;Hurry now ... take whatever of their things you can carry, packs, weapons and lets be off.&nbsp; Bowflight is dead and we need to make contact with the embassy ... lock up and run ...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Gregor, post: 5741258, member: 11751"] With Arnir dispatched, Omark and Thurl attempt to make quick work of Lars. Omark sidesteps over the bloody form of Bannock (5-ft to F5) and Thurl slides into the entrance (5-ft to D4). In a well coordinated move, the two rogues have their rapiers and kukri's positioned and they stab and slash furiously at the cornered Lars. One rapier catches Lars in the sternum, while the other punctures his underarm. Blood runs down Lars' black armor from many wounds. He slumps back into the corner and raises his blade to block the next strike. Unfortunately, the kukri slashes downward, over his guard and slashes a long gash along Lars' neck. The walls are painted by a jet from his jugular and he slumps down to the ground, leaving a bloody smear on the masonry. The last words Lars hears as his vision blacks out are the stuttered and pain-filled grumblings of Merrywinter: [COLOR="Pink"]"Hurry now ... take whatever of their things you can carry, packs, weapons and lets be off. Bowflight is dead and we need to make contact with the embassy ... lock up and run ..."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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