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Tharkûn · 10-01-2002, 06:30 PM

*****Dale/Garlin*****

Before Garlin had a chance to address the Stranger and ask him what he meant, Ethar cut in, "Iron Frog? What kind of Harad name is that? Do you sink then?"

The Stranger lunged.

Diving into the crowd was but the work of a moment for Garlin, who was fast enough to dodge the blade coming from the Stranger. Ethar, however, wasn't so lucky. Although he was able to evade the main swing, the tip of the sword nicked his cheek, creating a long, shallow cut from the side of his nose to his ear. Shocked, Ethar put his hand to his cheek, and, seeing his own blood after pulling it away, was filled with rage. "You'll pay for that!" Ethar screamed, lunging at the unknown assailant. The crowd, including Garlin, watched in a horrific fascination, at least until one member of it shoved Garlin into the makeshift arena that was being formed. Seeing that his new friend was losing to the skilled (but slightly drunk) swordsman, Garlin drew the two small daggers he normally kept hidden in his belt. What a day to leave my sword in the inn! he thought silently to himself as he ran at the attacker, who hadn't yet noticed him, due to the fury of his attack on Ethar.

Leaping upon the attacker, Garlin held the two daggers up to his neck and said, in a menacing voice, "Stand down or be slain." The attacker stopped, in mid-swing, and stood up, dropping his weapon.

[ October 01, 2002: Message edited by: Tharkûn ]

10-01-2002, 06:30 PM	#11
Tharkûn Pile O'Bones Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Where ever there's adventure Posts: 16	***Dale/Garlin*** Before Garlin had a chance to address the Stranger and ask him what he meant, Ethar cut in, "Iron Frog? What kind of Harad name is that? Do you sink then?" The Stranger lunged. Diving into the crowd was but the work of a moment for Garlin, who was fast enough to dodge the blade coming from the Stranger. Ethar, however, wasn't so lucky. Although he was able to evade the main swing, the tip of the sword nicked his cheek, creating a long, shallow cut from the side of his nose to his ear. Shocked, Ethar put his hand to his cheek, and, seeing his own blood after pulling it away, was filled with rage. "You'll pay for that!" Ethar screamed, lunging at the unknown assailant. The crowd, including Garlin, watched in a horrific fascination, at least until one member of it shoved Garlin into the makeshift arena that was being formed. Seeing that his new friend was losing to the skilled (but slightly drunk) swordsman, Garlin drew the two small daggers he normally kept hidden in his belt. What a day to leave my sword in the inn! he thought silently to himself as he ran at the attacker, who hadn't yet noticed him, due to the fury of his attack on Ethar. Leaping upon the attacker, Garlin held the two daggers up to his neck and said, in a menacing voice, "Stand down or be slain." The attacker stopped, in mid-swing, and stood up, dropping his weapon. [ October 01, 2002: Message edited by: Tharkûn ]