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Date Posted: 11:28:06 07/02/02 Tue
Author: Tasare Alalme
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool47-163.nas37.philadelphia1.pa.us.da.qwest.net / 65.129.47.163
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Lavender Breeze 's message, "*runs up and points*" on 07:36:47 07/01/02 Mon

**Sensing the urgency of the situation, Tasare grips her javelin tighter and prepares to rush into the melee when she remembers that she was never the close combat type of fighter and would probably get herself killed. Glancing at the woodlands, an idea begins to form in her mind.**

"Woodlands...marshes nearby...If I kin get them t'follow me..."

**Dashing back to the tree she had been resting and grabbed her longbow and a quiver of navy fletched arrows. Then she runs into the woodlands, which are only a few paces from the battle, and scampers up a sturdy oak tree, her natural squirrel climbing abilities allowing her to do so quickly. Perched on one of the higher branches, she notches arrow to bow and sights along the arrow, targeting a ferret. She lets loose the arrow, and grins wryly as it finds it's target. Hoping she has the foebeasts' attention, she hollers out in the loudest voice she can muster.**

"Oy, beetlebrains! Lousy bunch o' overweight lugs! C'mon, try an' get me, if you dare! Craven cur!"

Cursing silently, the squirrel begins praying to her lucky stars that the vermin will be outraged enough at her pitiful insults to go chasing after her.**

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