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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zerith" data-source="post: 5775274" data-attributes="member: 99953">Zinerath’s charge ground to a halt near Geryk; he almost had a moment to debate if he had even hit her before he noticed a dagger flying towards his face. Crimson eyes first narrowed until nothing but a glowing slit remained as the tiefling squinted at the blear of motion before his eye burst opened with realization, he batted at the knife while he also recoiled to avoid the projectile. “What!?!” he yelped as he fell backwards and struck the end of the knife’s handle with his scythe’s shaft, it wobbled through the air still keen to strike him in dead center, he knelled and dropped with a panicked flap of wings to avoid the projectile’s path, and he did, he dropped swiftly and it would have simply whizzed past, but then the thing, that was flying by magic in the first place, turned midair, adjusted to strike him square in the face, and then came to an abrupt, stone cold, halt, in front and above his head.While the knife came to a relatively graceful halt, Zinerath, on the other hand, was spared such a dignity; he was already kneeling awkwardly and leaning back deeply, and had lost any resemblance of balance, much less grace, his wing fluttered about uselessly as he struggled to correct himself but only succeeded in flailing about like a ninny before falling onto his back, while kneeling. The knife then dropped and landed between his left horns, getting stuck in the ground between them as if to pin him in place. The elf then called out.Zinerath , after coming to a complete and humiliating halt, rolled onto his feet, he got up in time to see Geryk apologizing to the elf, on his beneath, for moving her towards safety… after she accosted him with a flying knife for his trouble.This annoyed him, greatly.He grumbled and murmured  beneath his breath and trotted by towards the remains of the undead hulk; ichor dripped off his cloths and he soon stood over the remains of the fallen goliath; he smiled, he just found his stress relief Zinerath propelled one boot, harshly, onto the remaining half of the thing’s head, hooked his scythe around it’s neck and his smile stretched into devilish grin.He pulled and listened and felt as the scythe cut and ripped and pulverized its way through the flesh, bone and marrow.He breathed out vigorously as the black mist streamed through his teeth.while he would have had to admit it would have been more satisfying if it was still moving, he was not going to let that spoil his fun for the next moment.He hoped around its resently freed half a head, stood on its chest and right shoulder, and then drove the head back into the barn as if an oversized, misshapen, golf ball. Before he started to, yet again, sing to himself.He then hooked the scythe under the remains yet again before cleaving its entire arm off as he had the head a moment before.He then  set himself towards the things one good leg and drove the shaft into its knee and caused it to produce a glorious crunch, sundering the leg.He then, with great glee, took to the task of shredding the remains exuberantly.</blockquote>

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