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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 852545" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 054“Set, Match, Dead”Mania rolls over to be ill.  The Dretch just hops back on, content to rip his heart out from the back.  Mania then does something it didn’t expect.  He stands up and purposely falls backward.  His attempt at squashing it against the wall fails as he smacks his head on the mortar.  The pudgy creature laughs its horrible laugh again as it is thoroughly enjoying this.  He loses his lunch and stumbles out of the cloud.  He still feels very ill.  The creature goes for the red lines on his legs.  It claws and bites at the exposed blood.  Mania rubs his tearing eyes and stumbles deeper into the alley.  Multiple lines of blood form as the creature scratches at him.  He becomes desperate now.  He begins to pick up speed running for the wall again.  Mania grabs its clenched claw and launches himself at the wall once more.  He regrets the move immediately.  Both crash through the wall and fall into a pit.  He found himself in the tavern he was drugged at.  He and the now screaming creature fall into the pit twenty feet below.  A rib or two break in both combatants.  The pain brings new tears to his eyes.  It also clears his mind and body of the cloud’s toxic effects.Mania rolls over and kicks the small creature as hard as he can.  It flies back against the cage wall.  Its head rolls about awkwardly as it limply falls to the ground.  Mania goes over to it and begins to pound on it.  After a full minute, now gasping for breath, Mania leaves convinced it is dead and will not return.  As he leaves he notes his many cuts and gouges.  Many still bleeding.  He searches for anything to stop the bleeding.    He tries to remember what Dutch did to stop his wounds.  He finds it hard to treat his own wounds and just stops the bleeding only using a somewhat clean bar towel.  He can still hear the shouts outside.  This thing had friends.  With a deep sign, he holds the door for a moment then goes out to do anything he can.He instantly finds himself attacked anew.   Another of these creatures is rushing him.  Mania slams the door shut and resets the locking bar.  “So much for being a big hero,” he thinks out loud.  While the creature claws and growls at the door he searches for a possible weapon.  Anything at this point.  He finds the bouncers club in the back room.  It lacks the glowing essence of his but should work well enough.“Freedom” is sent into Mania’s mind.  The creature has found a way in.. no, three of the creatures have found a way in!  Mania rushes them.  He has no intent of letting them get organized.  He crushes the head of one that made a mistake to look away from him.  His greatclub continues into the next target clipping it across the top of its four-foot frame.  “Freedom you m*****f*****s!!!!!!!!”Something deep in Mania was screaming to get out again.  He was in a bloodlust.  He was feeling something new.  He was enjoying the thrill of combat.  If he missed, they would kill him.  If they missed, they would die.  “The earth be praised-  this can not be right.”  He misses taking a chunk out of the club as it strikes and breaks a chair.  The short Dretch uses the table for cover.  The other strikes (crits!) cutting the soft tissue of Mania’s upper rear thigh and backside.  The room is growing warm and the color is fading.  He swings again and misses once more.  One creature leaps onto his back and takes out a chunk of his chest.  The other grabs onto his leg, hugging it, and joyfully begins to bite at his leg.  Mania falls to the ground in a bloody heap!An explosion occurs just outside blowing the door free of its hinges.  The creatures scatter in fear leaving him there…breathing shallow…. dying.(OOC-   -8!  Darn those Dretch!!!!!)</blockquote>

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