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Date Posted: 16:00:09 03/06/03 Thu
Author: Xephella
Subject: Message Inside ((woo hooo! Good thing Xeph ain't afraid of heights!))
In reply to: Tyrthan 's message, "Tyrthan cheers quietly, grins at those fighting around him, and starts picking off orcs who get too close to the position of the huddled groups of fighters." on 16:32:23 03/05/03 Wed

Diving and twisting to avoid the arrows being fired by the goblin archers, Xeph assessed the situation from atop Paprika. Knowing her dragon's fire was limited, she decided on a different strategey. At a command, Paprika rose higher, her shining silver scales mingling among the high-circling White Dragons. Paprika slowed her quick speed momentarily, as Xeph secured a harness made specially for her next purposes. As she strapped up, her eyes darted about, noting where groups of her MoonRiders harried the orcs. She muttered a phrase, then issued orders, pleased to see a group of MoonRiders fly to a more strategic position in perfect formation as soon as the order was issued.Once her harness was in place, she bent down to where a long polearm made of sturdy but light metal was strapped to Paprika's saddle lenghtwise. Hefting the weapon, she breifly wondered what metal Flintage used. Setting the polearm, she clucked to Paprika, then again louder. The small silver dragon dove, dropping out of the sky like a rock. Xeph leaned forward against the wind, squinting as the ground came rushing up; closer, closer, closer. Adjusting her grip on the lance, Xeph leaned even farther forward, gritting her teeth, sighting down the polearm at some orcs grouping below. Seconds before they would strike the ground, an orc looked up and saw them. At that exact moment Paprika leveled out, her stomach feet from the ground and the tip of the lance right at chest height. The orc never had a chance to cry out. The sudden change of direction followed by the lance's impace threw Xeph against the harnesses, but she stayed in the saddle. The pair again rose to the air, leaving several dead orcs in their wake.

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