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Date Posted: 15:39:39 03/30/01 Fri
Author: Mesyra
Subject: *Seizes the chair & hurls it so it strikes the arrow.* You'll have to do better than that, halfling. *Slashes at Kholmias' paws.*
In reply to: Kholmias 's message, "Kholmias wards off the blow. He grabs a chair and throws it at Mesyra.*" on 14:57:09 03/30/01 Fri

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Kholmias dodges her. Kyalsarga tosses Kholmias his own sword, on almost exactly like Mesyra's. Kholmias slashes at her face. -- Kholmias Keinname and Kyalsarga, 10:29:13 03/31/01 Sat
- *Brings up her own sword the twin-diamond blades crashing together in a shower of sparks. On but few occasions have the swords of Dragons faced each other. With blades still locked Mesyra kicks at the halfling's gut with a snarl.* -- Mesyra, 01:13:15 04/01/01 Sun
  - Kholmias sets his muscles, and the kick has little effect. He throws her off of him, and she crashes against a table. -- Kholmias, 14:15:42 04/01/01 Sun
    - Kholmias, from his mother, has inherited the heavier proportions of the husky, alomg with the gait of the wolf. Mesyra Realizes that strength is perhaps not what she should use, head on. Springs from the tangled mess snarling, butting the halfling under the chin rolling him to the floor. Snaps at his throat wth vampirical fangs even as he falls.* -- Mesyra, 15:22:04 04/01/01 Sun
      - Kholmias punches her in the face, and she misses his throat. Rolling so that he is on top of her, the mute begins to throttle Mesyra. -- Kholmias, 13:11:23 04/02/01 Mon
        *Draws a dagger fluidly, slitting the wrists on the offending paws, & shoves the halfling off of her.* I'm going to do what Kabiathar never could, you contemptuous scum! *Swings with all her considerable might at Kholmias' sword paw, using her greater height to effect.* -- Mesyra, 15:01:37 04/02/01 Mon
        Kholmias rolls out of the way, and the sword misses him.* -- Kholmias, 18:48:56 04/03/01 Tue
        *Hopping forward, Mesyra crushes her footclaws down hard into Kholmias' right footpaw, to stop him movng, & goes for the throat again, a narrow miss sending long vampire fangs deep into his shoulder, whilst she stabs at his gut wth the strictly no-frlls dagger at the same time. She raises the White Sword in readiness for a counter-strke.* -- Mesyra, 12:18:42 04/04/01 Wed
        Kholmias struggles, and manages to block the dagger. Suddenly, he punches Mesyra in the gut. -- Kholmias, 13:41:30 04/04/01 Wed
        *Doubles over, spitting blood. Wth a howl of rage, she lunges forward, smashing hm full in the face wth the sword hilt, snapping at his throat agan.* -- Mesyra, 10:46:33 04/05/01 Thu
        Kholmias is pinned under her. Sudden;y, something huge slams into her. She looks up at a huge bear. "Greetings. Name's Korogaran. You lay off him, or by the seasons, I bust all your bones! -- Korogaran, 19:04:49 04/05/01 Thu
        *She looks up as the breath s smashed from her rbs. Panting with exerton, she grins.* Big feller aren't you? *She rases hrer sword as if to strike, but instead, the blade flashes downwards, a signal. There is the faint 'twang' of arrows beng fired, from behind the behemoth, two for the back of hs legs, the others covering up any places he could dodge to.* (NT) -- Mesyra, 10:14:28 04/18/01 Wed

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