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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 3812046" data-attributes="member: 37105">Magyar lets loose at the enemy engaging Colmarr.  His arrow sinks squarely into the center of the elf's back, and he stumbles forward, swing going wild.  Colmarr brings his dagger up into the wounded elf's chest, and the enemy coughs, blood frothing at his mouth and eyes glazing over.  Colmarr blinks as the battle seems to pause.  Naomi's hand is beneath his.  She has reached around him, driving her little dagger up to the hilt in the elf's stomach.  Dark blood flows over the pale skin of her wrist.  She's stopped screaming, but her eyes are wide, and she's breathing very hard.Grondar, satisfied that the elf in front of him is out cold, scoops up the fallen rapier and beckons Colmarr and Naomi into the relative safety of the alley.  He moves past them to meet the second elf baring down on them.  The elf sidesteps, snagging Grondar's wrist and somehow tangling his legs.  In one fluid motion, while Grondar is still moving forward, the elf gives an almost casual flip of his wrist and the big thug finds himself on his back on the cobblestones, head ringing and seeing stars.  The elf stabs the downed thug once through his chain shirt, calls out to his companion engaged with Troth, then turns toward Colmarr and Naomi just in time to take Denther's dagger through the right shoulder just below the collarbone.  He gasps once, gritting his teeth.  He seems quite angry.Troth turns to his attacker, the pain in his back distant.  The elf seems startled that the barbarian is still on his feet, but determined, too.  Troth raises his sword and swings, but at that moment his back spasms, and his sword strikes straight down into the cobblestones, raising sparks.  The elf crows triumphantly, swinging his sword at Troth, but Troth's back spasms again, jerking him out of the path of the elf's blade.The elf who stopped to help the downed captain flicks his eyes over the battle, marking Magyar.  He rushes swiftly and silently at the wounded performer crouched behind the barrels, sword held low.  As he runs, he draws a small hand crossbow, firing it at Magyar's position.  The small bolt thunks solidly into the barrel behind which Magyar is crouched.From up the street there is shouting, and the sounds of a guardsman's clacker and booted feet pounding this way can be heard.</blockquote>

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