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Birdland · 06-21-2002, 06:19 PM

Birdie had had quite enough. Holding still, tree-like, usually worked. But when a less-than valiant elfling climbed into your branches, and a flaming specter was standing directly under you, other tactics were in order. Birdie chose to panic.

"GET OFF MEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, waving her branch-arms around frantically. The elf was holding on like a kitten to a rope, legs waving wildly as she gave voice to a most un-elf-like scream. This caused Birdie to pinwheel her branches even faster, and to start jumping up and down, regardless of who might be in the way of her 50' Ent form.

The legs of the elf swung with incredible force smack into the stunned, smoking wraith, sending his sword flying over his head and into the woods. Then the elf clipped him in the back of the head on the backswing, before finally letting go, flying twenty feet, and landing in a hazelnut bush.

Birdie had had enough, she morphed into her human form and started to desperately scramble away from the chaos, tripping on packs and roots has she went.

[ June 21, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

06-21-2002, 06:19 PM	#11
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	Birdie had had quite enough. Holding still, tree-like, usually worked. But when a less-than valiant elfling climbed into your branches, and a flaming specter was standing directly under you, other tactics were in order. Birdie chose to panic. "GET OFF MEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, waving her branch-arms around frantically. The elf was holding on like a kitten to a rope, legs waving wildly as she gave voice to a most un-elf-like scream. This caused Birdie to pinwheel her branches even faster, and to start jumping up and down, regardless of who might be in the way of her 50' Ent form. The legs of the elf swung with incredible force smack into the stunned, smoking wraith, sending his sword flying over his head and into the woods. Then the elf clipped him in the back of the head on the backswing, before finally letting go, flying twenty feet, and landing in a hazelnut bush. Birdie had had enough, she morphed into her human form and started to desperately scramble away from the chaos, tripping on packs and roots has she went. [ June 21, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]