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[ooc: Sorry for the late reply.]

Leifang stalked around the battle between the Knights and Griswold like an eager predator. She was careful to remain as hidden as she could while she waited for an opportune moment to jump in and strike. Her eyes turned to watch the Knight Melur run to the door. The option of taking out the man was tossed back and forth in her mind; his news would no doubt make it worse for the town if it reached the right ears. However, her attention was soon pulled to the Captain as his voiced echoed with self-righteous triumph. The fox-girl took this moment to move forward, her right hand opening as if to grasp something. At the same time, her necklace briefly flashed and a bronze katana materialized in her outstretched hand. She gripped the hilt and dashed forward, using her speed to her advantage. The sharp whistle of another sword met her ears as Arron's blade pierced through the dissolving house and no doubt embedded itself into the oblivious Captain's back. Leifang didn't have the time to check if Arron's sword met its target. Instead, she focused on her own offensive. The blade the Captain wielded seemed to be nothing but light. The force behind his blade was something she couldn't successfully block. Her eyes darted very quickly to each active point of his body until they rested on his foot that pinned down Griswold's hand. Choosing this as her target, she crouched down as she ran, practically sliding as she sliced out horizontally at his ankle, hoping either to cut through his skin or be a nuisance enough to give Griswold the opportunity to escape, if the katana to the ankle and sword to the back wasn't enough to stop this opponent.



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He didn't want to kill these men but he needed to drive them back and hope to see if Leifang did her objective and was safe. Arron pivoted, energy flying to him before he became a whirling blur of blade and death. "Hobble the messenger!" he roared to Leifang.

Whirling Decapitation
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The Warrior puts energy around them to augment their movement, in which they begin a whirlwind of slashes and cuts at an unnatural pace. Even swinging a greatsword, the sword will appear to be a blur.


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Arron's assaulters were blown backwards, and not all of them were in once piece. Amidst the screams, the Trent's leading arm, along with his pike, was sent spinning over the floor. Barcel was knocked off of his feet, the force of Arron's raining blows catching his shield with enough force to send him flying backwards. The knight before Arron was not so lucky, and he dropped to his knees as words escaped his now jawless, gushing face.

The unfolding violence within the tavern was clearly visible to the Vestitor, as were doors creaking slowly open in the town's outlying houses. Arrowheads peeked out from the slots in many windows...

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Farkas' righteous roar was cut short and replaced with a gargle as sparks and fine shards of chain scattered against Leifang's blow, leaving only his throat to deflect her katana's hungry edge. As he slumped forward and raised his right gauntlet to his neck, the words that followed were wet intonations of red. It poured from his mouth, nose and between his golden fingers to spatter the sizzling surface of the acid-flecked floor beneath him.

"Hnkgh."

Griswold kicked the fading Paladin in the face with the bottom of one of his boots. The old man was weathered, not weak, and his blow was enough to knock Farkas to his side where he slipped through his own blood to stand. "So much for divine intervention, sodding ape." The old man growled and reached out to grab the gnarled talisman he used to reduce much of his tavern and those inside of it to mounds of meaty goop. As he did, he felt a rolling wave of warmth emanate from Farkas and turned in time to watch Farkas rise to one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood as the hand at his throat gleamed with the light of dawn.

"You and your kind have lost all hope of redemption. We will purge Hyjon's Rest with fire." Farkas' words were coherent once more, and though he was pale and he struggle to rise, his gauntlet moved to reveal a neck without wounds. With a swift step forward, the Knight Captain's blade of light carved down to take Griswold's arm.

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Outside, the thunder of hooves one cobblestone was far louder than the conflict in the tavern's shell. Melur spurs were already embedded in the steed's flanks, blood running down its back legs as its mouth frothed over the bit in its mouth and its hooves pounded through the dirt. He had a considerable lead over Leifang, nearly 30 yards, and that distance grew with every passing moment...

But near the front of the tavern, there was the wagon that had been meant for ferrying the town's elderly. The older stallion that was tied to the trace at the front of the carriage whinnied and bucked violently amidst the cacophonous sounds of slaughter and pandemonium that issued all around it. There was a chance... but the window of opportunity was already closing.

FARKAS
Skills Used:
Lay on Hands
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A healing light emanates from the Paladin's hand, healing the next character that they touch. The amount healed is proportional to the Paladins current rank. If a Paladin ever heals a being that is considered Unholy or Dark by their Faith's Chosen Deity, that creature is healed 1 rank lower than the Paladin's current rank. Lay on Hands has a 2 post cooldown.

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The Kakurenbo's ground-eating pace kept her moving towards her target with a speed not matched by many. Her eyes narrowed with determination before she swept her glance around the environment. The Knight was on a horse and would no doubt be able to keep a better pace than she would if it turned into a long goose chase through the trails. A plan was forming quickly in her mind and was improved when she saw a battle-charged horse, rearing and bucking for freedom. She lifted one hand as she ran, the air around it glowing with a bright blue color as she formed a sound illusion. Just by Melur's horse's ear, she summoned the roaring sound of some predator, hoping to scare the horse into a disorganized hop. While hoping her distraction proved true, she had caught up to the wagon. She raised her sword hand and slashed down at the binds holding the stallion to the wagon, while also grabbing hold of the saddle horn with her free hand and pulling herself up onto her new steed. The horse reared once, then took off into a charge, its side breathing heavily with labor. Leifang steered the horse into the right direction, hoping her momentary mounting was covered by startling the other horse. The mind-blader raised her katana, arm posed in the throwing position as she waited for the perfect moment to catch her enemy.


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