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Old 04-23-2006, 10:15 PM   #162
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Originally Posted by Xbx_Inthusiast
If they were to glance over a Ty, he was already gone from his spot on the rock, his sharpening block still sitting on the ground. He had chased the assailant through the forest, and was still doing so. Knowing him, the assassin was bringing Ty right in the middle of the battlefield.
Suddenly, a tree branch bolted out of nowhere and smacked into Ty's chest, smacking him to the ground with such force that it knocked the wind out of him.

A dark figure, their face covered except for their eyes, stood over him, and they lowered their sword so its sharpened point rested in the hollow of Ty's throat.

"Fool," the figure said in a whispery voice. "You think to win against the Oshtenvul by yourself? Go back to your companions."

And with that said, the figure backed away and disappeared into the forest without a trace.

Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)
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