Sasha winces and prepares for another fiery onslaught, but instead watches in horror as the length of her father's whip bursts into a thousand thread-like fibres, leaving her holding nothing but the worn leather handle. She looks from the the ruined handle to the wizardess before her. Lyrie is smiling again.
In the chamber behind her the giant hound sails through the air and pounces onto Shalelu before the tall elf can bring her bow to bear. Its fangs sink into her shoulder and she falls to the ground, her slender form all but disappearing beneath the creature's bulk. Gerund and Yola are right there though, hacking wildly at the beasts flanks. While their blows are mighty they are deflected almost completely by the hound's otherworldly hide.
Seoni's magic missiles are another story. Three arcing bolts of force lance into the beast and it howls in terrific pain. It releases its grip on Shalelu and fixes the Varisian sorceress with a baleful gaze.
Meanwhile in the southern hallway, the Magnimar militia mills around in confusion as the big man Orik stands blocking the passage. Poot stands beside the pillar of coins, stunned into inaction until Vansen's voice breaks him out of his trance. "C'mon boys, lets show this fellow what's what!" Flanked by Dyer and Rizzo, he leaps forward, blade drawn.
The sudden flurry of action brings Poot back to the here and now. "Uh, that's right lads - show him what for!" he yells to his troops as he tries not to get trampled underfoot.
Orik fights like a veteran, and doesn't flinch as the three younger men move in. He parries Rizzo's clumsy swing easily against his massive shield and sends the other two reeling back with a shove and a twist.
Sasha successfully disarms Lyrie, but then falls victim to Lyrie's shatter spell. Shalelu takes 9 hp from the hound's attack. Yola and Gerund are unable to overcome the hound's resistance to physical damage but it is badly wounded by Seoni's magic missile attack. Poot activates his inspire courage song to bolster his recruits, who trade blows with Orik, but neither side lands a blow
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A deep inward part of Sasha scream a bloody cry as the rest of her body springs into action. Her heart pounds madly in her chest as the essence of her being gives into rage. Running like demon towards the witch Sasha leaps from her feet hell bent on tackling the magic user and beating her with an inch of her life and then beating her three inches more.
@ Greg, this is cat fight central and Sasha has got her claws exposed. She's throwing everything she has into this wussy little magic user and teaching her the rough end of a tavern education.
Yola keeps on attacking the hound.
Poot will continue his inspiration going, singing an improvised song full of insinuations about their opponent and his inappropriate affection for sheep.
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