</font></font><font color=blueviolet>Not at all happy about the claws that dug into her ankle, Jezaryn was soon on her back, the wind knocked out of her. Furious with herself that she let this happen, she decided to bring her blade into play. Quickly hoisting herself up onto her left elbow, she aimed and threw her knife at the marten, aiming for the fleshy place between neck and shoulder. -- Marshank's Battle Grounds

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Date Posted: 15:29:05 12/15/02 Sun
Author: Jezaryn
Subject: Not at all happy about the claws that dug into her ankle, Jezaryn was soon on her back, the wind knocked out of her. Furious with herself that she let this happen, she decided to bring her blade into play. Quickly hoisting herself up onto her left elbow, she aimed and threw her knife at the marten, aiming for the fleshy place between neck and shoulder.
In reply to: Jovandi Valthurak 's message, "**The stocky marten-hybrid steps onto the battle-ground**" on 10:24:41 12/13/02 Fri

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