Rannal fell flat as he missed. Cursing, he flipped over quicly, knowing that Darksong would try to stab him. He was right. The dagger thudded into his left shoulder. The ferret let out a shriek and wrenched free from the dagger. (By the way, I have a dirk and crossbow hidden somewhere on me.) He sprang up, dashed away five paces, turned, grabbed his crossbow, fitted a bolt, and fired at Darksong. -- The Battle Board

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Subject: Rannal fell flat as he missed. Cursing, he flipped over quicly, knowing that Darksong would try to stab him. He was right. The dagger thudded into his left shoulder. The ferret let out a shriek and wrenched free from the dagger. (By the way, I have a dirk and crossbow hidden somewhere on me.) He sprang up, dashed away five paces, turned, grabbed his crossbow, fitted a bolt, and fired at Darksong.

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Date Posted: 15:19:28 07/14/04 Wed
In reply to: Darksong 's message, "Watch out..." on 10:50:40 07/14/04 Wed

>The black vixen comes in. She isn't currently a member
>of the Fortress, but who cares? Her yellow eyes gleam
>with anticipation as she looks around the room. Her
>left paw caresses the pouches at her belt. Who knows
>what is in them? The dagger stowed almost inside her
>brown shirt looks a little threatening - though not
>too much. And what about that strange stiff thin rope
>hanging from her belt? Who knows...
>
>The vixen walks into the room. She doesn't know if
>anyone will challenge her. Maybe they just don't want
>to tangle at the moment. She stalks along the wall,
>keeping the the shadows. As an assassin, she is
>anti-social. Prefers to kill quietly. but she needs a
>little practice out-and-open. Finding the darkest
>corner, she leans against it, her narrowed yellow eyes
>glittering. She hopes she isn't too intimidating. Her
>mouih wrinkles in a humorless smirk.

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Darksong let out a screech and ducked. Considering that it wasn't very useful, for bolts travel at almost the speed of a bullet. Darksong knew that, but it was an instinct to duck. The bolt thudded into her shoulder and she let out a scream. By sheer willpower she managed to pull it out. Weakly she lifted her paw and hurled her dagger at Rannal. (NT) Darksong 15:39:25 07/14/04 Wed