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Hama Of The Riddermark · 06-06-2004, 03:04 PM

Owacyn grinned broadly. A contest, that was what he was up for! He leapt up to nearly head height of a toll advancing on him, and swung his sword brutaly accurately, it severed the troll's neck and it fell. Owacyn leapt onto its back and dived headfirst at another, spearing it side on in the ribs, it fell, wrenching the sword from his graps and flinging it over to the other side of the battlefield. Owacyn cursed bitterly as he ran over to get it, rolling at the last moment to pick it up, wich meant me also avoided another troll's huge warhammer.

Owacyn jumped onto the warhammer as the troll lifted it up, landing on the back of the troll's neck, and ramming his sword home in the back of its neck. "48!" he yelled at Arathorn who merely grinned back and felled another troll. "54!" Arathorn shouted back. Owacyn chuckled grimly, turning around to slice the throat of one sneaking up on him, then twirling on the spot to take another in the head with a thrown knife. "50!" he shouted at Arathorn...

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06-06-2004, 03:04 PM	#29
Hama Of The Riddermark Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 282	Owacyn grinned broadly. A contest, that was what he was up for! He leapt up to nearly head height of a toll advancing on him, and swung his sword brutaly accurately, it severed the troll's neck and it fell. Owacyn leapt onto its back and dived headfirst at another, spearing it side on in the ribs, it fell, wrenching the sword from his graps and flinging it over to the other side of the battlefield. Owacyn cursed bitterly as he ran over to get it, rolling at the last moment to pick it up, wich meant me also avoided another troll's huge warhammer. Owacyn jumped onto the warhammer as the troll lifted it up, landing on the back of the troll's neck, and ramming his sword home in the back of its neck. "48!" he yelled at Arathorn who merely grinned back and felled another troll. "54!" Arathorn shouted back. Owacyn chuckled grimly, turning around to slice the throat of one sneaking up on him, then twirling on the spot to take another in the head with a thrown knife. "50!" he shouted at Arathorn...