The Aril Road - Following the Aril River(#2269Rnt)

The road here begins to curve away from the river here, approaching the Saragnoss swamp through which the river flows on its way down from the Black Mountains. A few more trees are in this area, but over all the land is full of tall grass and slowly rolling hills that can cut on how far a person can see. Few creatures are out, though, giving this section of the road a feeling of being completely isolated, and far from everything else.

Contents:
Sssra
Lorna
Ishkhart
Thallan
Masked_Figure (Played by Telas)
Urkhan
Babalu (Played by Gabriel)
Lyanna (Played by Kaelye) 
Elora (Played by Silriel)
Agrais (Played by Lazarus)
Baru (Played by Opi)
Nalrod (Played by DorLan)
Davion (Played by Jerric)
Obvious exits:
 East <E> leads to The Aril Road - Before the Saragnoss Swamp.
 Northwest <NW> leads to The Aril Road - Following the Aril River.

The wind blows over the rolling hills of the plains of Linas, brushing the clouds in the sky towards the setting sun. A caravan is on the great road that runs east from the City of Linas all the way to the Black Mountains, a caravan rich with goods and materials from those mountains, and on its way room. People sit inside the circle of wagons, cooking over the fire built there. A small ring of guards surrounds the caravan, a few of them uneasy at being so close to the Saragnoss swamp, but hoping nothing will happen.

On the top of the highest hill nearby, a man sits on a black horse, facing east and scanning the road. After a moment, he grabs up the reins of the horse and turns it towards the caravan, riding down towards it.

Baru stands out of the ring of the fires light. The hillman having traveled this area many times knowing to be aware. The sephnil can be a ruthless people and if they were attacked by more than a handful it would not be pretty. His deep brown eyes scan the tall grass slowly. Maybe it will go well, he sighs to himself and continues watching. Rolling his neck to the sides with an audible popping sound he stretches.

Nalrod was standing near the caravan, looking all around to not be taken by someone. The caravan was stop and a fire was burning. All the guards were marching around the camp. Nalrod takes out of his pocket a little flask. Then he opens it and takes a long sip. After, he replaces it slowly in his back pokect. This liquid was hard and gave him some energy to stay wake up all the night. 

As Nalrod was walking near the forest, he heares a little sound. Again he didn't care so much and he makes is way around the camp.

Babalu, a human that is neither tall or short, sits on a horse in front of the caravan, looking at the road. He kicks the horse soflty twice to get it moving, staying very close to the rest of the caravan.

*SniffSniff* A young girl, perhaps around the age of seventeen, sits on a stump, obviously fretting about something. "We're going to die! Our brains are going to spill out of our ears! Our friends and families will never see us again!!" 

The looks of those who pass by Lyanna Worrywort (quite appropriately named) denotes.. apathy? Nay, rather lack of belief. Which is understandable. This girl spends most of her time complaining, whining, or sure that the sky is going to fall. Mostly the lattermost, as is currently shown.

Turning his horse towards the caravan and riding quickly towards it, Davian Javon glances at Nalrod and his flask as he rides by, shaking his head slowly. Nearing the caravan, he frown down at Lyanna, reining in. Sighing, he says, "Can't you do something other than worry, child?"

Elora watches quietly as the sun sets, frowning at the thought of spending the night so close to Saragnoss. She walks around the camp scanning the fields for any movement.

Baru grunts and his grumbling belly and wonders if somebody is cooking dinner back near the fire. Walking back over the hillman sniffs the air, shakes his head then grumbles, "Food?" In a questioning tone. He looks around eyeing each person in the camp, the girl.. Would be the first to die if it came to battle he thinks to himself, but the other ones can handle themselves. The man Davian strikes him as capable and a decent leader, although Nalrod, seems to be a bit of a drunk and this might hinder the rest. He shakes his head clearing the ungodly thoughts of a sephnil attack, no no.. That wont happen tonight.

"But We're going to DIE!" Lyanna shrieks in response. The girl wags her arms a little, to emphasize her point, then stands and bursts into tears. Her delicate fingers swiftly cover her face, and she breaks into a run, promptly charging right into a wagon and keeling over. 

Her attempt at seriousness so rudely tampered with, she stands, still pouting, and crawls into the very obstruction she recently unconsciously decided to bowl over.

Baru tries to stifle his laughter but his attempt is failed and he bursts into roaring laughter at the small girls antics. Still chuckling he walks slowly back over to the grass line.

Babalu remains silent, just looking around. He turns towards the sound of a crying girl and sighs. The caravan master slows his pace and starts to walk through the caravan, seeing if everything is in order.

Davian stares at Lyanna from atop his horse, then slowly shakes his head, muttering, "Crazy girl... they better leave her behind in this city next time." Turning his horse about, he heads off towards Baru at a quick trot, nodding a greeting to the man before reining the horse in a few feet away. "Seen anything, Baru?"

Nalrod was walking around and looking everywhere. He was looking scared and to don'T show that, he pulls out his longsword and moves his shield in front of him.

Baru shakes his head to the man on the mount.. Then in a hushed voice, "The girl is right." He scans the area again, "There is some being in there, wether it be sephnil or not I know not.." He slowly removes his cloak, folds it and hangs it on a wagon a short bit away from him and Davian. He then continues to loosen his weapons in their sheaths, making sure his sword is not pushed down all the way and will slide out easily in a seconds notice...

Elora shakes her head at the poor girl wondering why she would come with the caravan if she is so scared. Turning back to watch the horizon, Elora rests her hand on her sword ready should anything happen this night.

As nalrod hears the voice of his superior he approches and says to him,"Master I've hear some sound before, I was thinking it was little animal but maybe it's Sephnils" His sword was at his side wait ing to fight.

Babalu moves his horse towards Davian slowly, looking around as he moves. He mutters something to himself before asking the head guard, "What have your guargs spotted?"

Davian nods to Baru and Nalrod as they speak, and then turns his horse towards Babalu as the caravan master approachs, "Possible sephnil activity in the area, sir. Nothing definate though. I'm going to get the rest of the guard awake though." He nods to Baru and Nalrod at this point, basicly giving them the order to gather the other guards.

Baru ignores everything around him and dissapears into the darkness outside the camp...

Babalu nods slowly and heads again towards the front of the caravan, looking nervous and examining the area for any sephnil that might jump out shouting waving a spear or whatever weapons they have.

Nalrod nods back to Davian and runs to wake up all the guards. He was runing as he never do.

Baru steps back out of the grass and makes his way to the wagon in which the little girl is hiding.. He smiles softly in her direction, the smile sits funny on his worn tanned face. "Why do you think we will die?"

Lorna has arrived.
Masked_Figure has arrived.
Thallan has arrived.
Agrais has arrived.
Sssra has arrived.
Ishkhart has arrived.

As the huge - Sephnil creature, Agrais crests the hill, he kicks his gears a bit higher and charges down the hill, his axe held off at his side, swinging too and fro in a dangerous arc. As his feet hit the ground, his sharp claws kick up chunks of ground, their razor sharp edges cutting up the soft ground. Narrowing his lizard-eyes, he lets out a blood-curdling hiss, and charges forward towards the lead guards, hefting his axe up over head. Fearless.

The masked figure stands a lone by himself on a tall tree about a three quarters a bow shot away from the caravan, none saw him climb it. 

The masked figure does not heed anything about him but just keeps his eyes set upon a 'mission'. A bow is in his hand and that another arrow is knocked. His cloak green cloak flutters in the wind. The figure after a moment of watching the caravan and the sephnil raiders. He looks up, its arrows head shines brightly in the wind and then he lets one fly, surprisingly at the caravan of those from Linas. The arrows shot is true and it hits one of the guards hips making him fall to the ground. Blood is spit out of his skin, like a mountain spits out water it covers his leg in a very few moments. Then after a short moment it knocks another arrow and brings it to its eye letting it fly it puts an end to his suffering. The placment of the arrows shows which way it came. 

Lorna grins at seeing the caravan. Pulling her spear from her back, twirling the shaft expertly in her hands, she leaps down right behind Agrais, hissing loudly.

As the first arrows of the Sephnil raiding party strike room, Davian twists his horse around, hand flying to the hilt of the longsword at his right hip, his right hand reaching for the shield behind him on his horse. Gripping the shield firmly in his right hand, and raising his sword up in his left, he calls out, loud and clear, "TO ARMS! THE LIZARDS ARE UPON US!" He digs his feet into the sides of his horse, and begins a charge towards Agrais.

Lyanna, still sniffling, looks to Baru, "Because!" she replies, as if that would make it all make sense. Her short, ratty brunette hair rushes forward as she drops her face downwards. 

"We're all gonna die!" she reiterates, sighing. Then her jaw drops and blood leaves her face. She stands and screams, "Sephni-AAaaaagggh!" as she trips on something and falls backwards.

Nalrod moves suddenly in frotn of the group of beast. His longsword in hand and his shild to the other he was ready for combat. We was moving a little bit to see the situation and wait for the order of the master.

After another minute the figure knocks an arrow and shoots it, he repeats this three times yet he only hits one horse and does not kill it and shoots an archer among the Linas caravan, but not before the archer shots him the arm almost making him fall off. So the figure decides the must go in? The masked figure climbs down the tree quickly and takes off towards the caravan and takes out a piece of wood (with carvings in it) and flings it into the middle of the caravan massacre, it is easily noticeable... for it hit two people before it finally reaches the ground. After he flings it the figure runs away into the darkness disappearing after just a few seconds. 

Masked_Figure drops Seregbaene.
Masked_Figure has disconnected.

A small sephnil charges down the hill with the rest of the raiding party, running quite fast for his size. His eyes reflect his hatred and he laughs as he draws his sword. His laugh however,turns to a hiss of discontent when he notices the humans preparing to resist.

Baru leans down to pick the girl up.. "Come, in the wagon and stay there." When she doesnt move he picks her up and heaves her into the wagon with a thud, bearing around coming to face the sephnil coming down the hill their eyes meet, and a challenge is passed between the two without words.. Baru jogs forward until he is only a few swords lengths from the large sephnil.

Nalrod was moving in the group and was trying to hit the more

Babalu quickly moves away from the Sephnil, trying to find a place where people will be safe. He looks around, bitting his bottom lip and muttering, "How I loathe this... I should have asked for more guards..." The man looks around the caravan for any women or children (which anyone nearby will know, because he shouts, "Are there any women or children?")

As soon as she sees the first sephnil approaching, Elora has her blade out and ready to kill she eyes the third sephnil coming down the hill and waits for him.

A golden scaled sephnil stands at the top of the hill. His black garment flutters softly in the cool breeze. He Observes the assault he just ordered with grim satisfaction. A large troop of about 20 sephnils stand behind him, not understaing why they are not allowed to attack. Raising his clawed hands he points them towards the caravan. His toungue flickers, smelling the air. Suddenly he cries out in a booming voice, "Charge!! Feast on their flesh!" With that he runs of to join the assault, the troop of sephnils follows him eagrely.

Nalrod was moving fastly in the group. As he runs he was hit by a lot of sword and alomost all of it just hit his shield. As he arrives near a shephnil, he moves his sword to him(thrallan). His sword moves to the side of the beats. Nolrad puts all his strengh to this hit.

Walking behind the main host of Sephnil is one in a white robe, arms crossed upon it's chest. No sound it makes as it walks, creating the image that he is calm and making no move to join the smirkmish. Behind Sssra, the golden scaled Sephnil he even walks. Slowly, he draws his arms apart, revealing his two clawed hands, and in one, a long sword that measures a good 4 feet long. So it is, Ishkhart walks clamly into battle.

Seeing that Davian will be the one to meet his dangerous charge, Agrais snarls with satisfaction. Hitting the ground with his wicked axe, he then cleaves upwards at the jaw of a guard who steps in his deadly warpath. Then, pouncing low for a moment, he climbs up over him, his deadly claws tearing at the mans flesh as he uses him as a spring-board to propell him towards the lead guard - Davian. Raising his axe again over head, he leaves his first victim to the rest of the sephnils which he can hear coming down the hill behind him. Already, he can taste the smell of blood in the air....and he loves it.

Baru stands his ground waiting as the sephnil bore down, as the first one nears him he lashes out with calm, controlled, skill. The sephnil parries and launches an attack in return with a longsword, Baru catches the attack with his weapons crossed in front of his chest and turns it aside. Swinging hard the hillman splits the sephnils belly open. Then stops stairing at the white robed sephnil making its way down the hill. The chaos around him ignore he quickly finishes the writhing sephnil whos stomache he had just cut and moves to intercept the one in white.

Davian smiles grimly as Agrais comes at him, even as one of the guards are cut down. Kicking his horse forward once again, he sends the horse straight at the sephnil, holding his sword out to the side. Mere feet from Agrais, he pulls back on the horses reins, causing the beast the rear up and send its iron-clad feet up in kicks, towards the sephnil. With a maddening sound, the animal attempts to stomp the sephnil.

Lorna darts across the ground with lightning-quick speed. She parries an attack by one of the guards and proceeds to impaling the man with her long spear. She raises him over her head, grinning. The guard slowly slides down the shaft. Satisfied, she lets the man slide of her spear. She looks up and spies a female human, and grins wryly. Hissing, she lunges for the other woman.

The small sephnil frowns as he catches a flash of steel coming at him from the corner of his eye. He clumsily raises his sword up to block the blow, but thinks better of it and jumps back. He looks at his enemy, his red eyes looking over the human. With his one free hand, he raises it up and moves closer towards the human. With a hiss, he brings his claw down towards the human

Elora moves quickly to dodge the spear, her sword catches one of the sephnil's arms but causes little more than an annoyance. Elora frowns as she realizes this sephnil will be difficult to wound.

They say that patience is a virtue, well, Ishkhart seems to believe it. He still walks calmly toward the skrimish, well aware of an onrushing Baru, but not showing it. His sword hand is steady, his walk is calm, and he follows his fellow Sephnils into battle with what appears to be less enthusiam than they have.

As the Sephnil moves his sword to him, Nalrod moves his shield to block it. The left arm of Nalrod feel a little pain because of the hit on the sheild. The mna moves back and look a little bit around. A feeling of pain and scared could be seen in his eyes. Nalrod didN't wait to much and run to the Sephnil raising is sword in the air and placing his shield in front of him to avoid to be killed. As he arrives near the beast, he swings down his sword to the shoulders of the beast.

Snarling, Agrais responds, bringing his wicked axe around in a powerful arc at the rearing-beast's front legs. Licking his teeth for a brief moment, he then connects with the beast, regardless, his legs brought up before him to push him back from it's forequarters. His claws digging in for a moment, before he takes back to the air pushing himself back a few yards - meanwhile, bringing his axe up he prepares for Davian to continue his attack, he starts to circle.

Lorna leaps back a step, rubbing her arms slightly. She glares at the human, tongue flickering out. She begins twirling her spear slowly, circling Elora carefully. She grins, then suddenly lunges forward, thrusting her spear forward toward Elor'as midsection.

Baru wrinkles his nose at the stench of blood and battle.. Shouting loud enough for the white clad sephnil to hear, "The stench of your people is truely putrid sir." He states in a mocking tone and steps nearer to the sephnil turning for a moment to run a sephnil through that was battling one of the few guards of the caravan. The hillmans eyes turn back and lock with the sephnil and he advances still. Yet the sephnil moves slowly and certain of himself as if death was beyond him. Shaking off his superstitious side Baru brings his sword up to bear and places his dagger across the front of his chest in a guarding position. Finally the two are near enough for an attack but Baru just waits.

Elora's sword flashes as she bats Lorna's spear to the side and leaps back to aviod being impaled.

As Agrais's axe cleaves in the horse, Davian jumps from the beast before it goes down screaming. Tucking in his shoulder and uses is shield to lighten the impact, he rolls on the ground as he hits, then is up on one knee. Holding his shield to the side, he stands up, and makes a dash at Agrais, swining the longsword in from the left.

As Elora leaps back, Lorna dashes forward. Running, she drives her spear into the ground in front of her. Then, using it as a ole vault, she leaps up into the air, vaulting over Elora and landing behind her. Then, in one quick, fluid motion, she pulls out the large knife sheathed at her waist and spins around, stabbing at Elora's back.

Bringing his axe up to parry, Agrais snarls as his right arm gets a small niche in its scaly surface. Bleeding an ugly color, he spins his axe around and brings the bottom of it towards the man's sword. A movement which is capable of breaking most swords (since it was made to do so). His huge arms flex as he moves, and in the same movement he powers himself forward on huge reptillian legs and drives a shoulder towards the human. Still, his reptillian eyes show - no Fear.

Elora whirls around as Lorna vaults herself over her head. Putting all her strength into the swing, she dodges Lorna's knife and stikes the sephnil's arm much harder than before.

As the sephnils sword bounces off the humans shield, a hiss escapes his lips. Gritting his teeth as his arm throbs uncontrollably, he quickly tries to circle around the human, only to late to notice the humans sword being brought down on him. He spins, in a desperate attempt to avoid the blow, and it catches him in his shoulder, cutting through his scales, forcing him to drop his short sword . Blood begins to come out of the wound as he lets out a rush of air. He throws his arm foward, claws first towards the humans sword arm, with suprising speed.

Davian growls as the Sephnil rushs him, and quickly brings his right arm in front of him, flinging his left arm out to avoid having the axe hit his sword. The axe instead crashs into the shield, dinting the metal severely, and causing a hiss of pain from Davian. He grunts again as the Sephnil's shoulder crashs into him, but he uses the momentum of the move to spin around and end up behind Agrais. With a grimace, he swings his longsword in at the sephnil's unprotected back.

Babalu ve a sus alrededores, a toda la muerte y el combate. No siendo particularmente valiente y siendo suficientemente inteligente para saber que va a ser matado, el patea a su caballo tres veces en sus lados. El caballo comienza a correr, pero el cambio de la luz a la oscuridad es muy repentino y su vista sufre. Una rama baja esta en su camino... su cabeza se golpea y se oye el sonido de alguien caer despues. El hombre yace en la tierra, inconciente o muerto.

Babalu looks around at all the death and the combat. Not being particularly brave and being smart enough to know he will be slaughtered, he kicks his horse three times on its flanks. The horse begins to run, but the change from light to darkness is too sudden and his eyesight is hampered. A low branch is in his way... his head hits it and a thud is heard afterwards. The man is on the ground, unconcious or dead.

"Sssstay your plassss human," Ishkhart squeezes out in one long hiss as he slowly moves to a stop, his white robe swaying about him. His sword hand remains steady, his entire body remains steady. "Run now human, or fassss a death unkown."

This time, Lorna makes no move to avoid the sword. As she sword sinks into her flesh, causing Lorna to grunt loudly, she quickly reaches forward with her free hand to grab Elora's wrist. She sinks her claws deep into the woman's wrist, a slight smile on her face despite the pain.

Baru ignores the sephnils slurred speech and instead spins a slash with his sword in a downwards motion towards the lizards midsection. Following the first slash with a thrust with his dagger at the sephnils neck.

This time, Nalrod was take out of speed. The sephnil was rushing on him too fast. The man didn't have the time to block the attack. He was badly wound on the chest. The blood was falling everywhere. The pain was in his eyes. Halrod was trying to say something but the sound doesn't blow out. Then the man takes out his last energy and try to moves near the beats. His arms was in the air, prepare to hit, and when he was finaly ready to hit, the blade moves again to the shoulder of the beats, but this time there wasn't stenght in this attack.

Charging through, Agrais has spent enough time in battle to know that when your enemy has just come upon your back, you don't stop to greet him. Instead, he charges beyond an extra yard, staying out of Davian's range. As the human misses his back, he then spins low, and comes back at him, swinging at him from a yard off with his long-heavy tail, which coincides with his continued movements, preparing his axe as he narrows his eyes again for another charge of sorts. "Come human!" he bellows in a reptillian snarl, "Let us battle!"

The attack from Baru doesn't phase Ishkhart. His sword quickly parries Baru's sword and his free hand flies up to the dagger, knocking it away with the back of his hand. "Sssssily human," he hisses and moves his sword away from the parry he completed in an upward swing toward Baru's chest.

Elora grunts as Lorna's claws sink into her wrist, the combination of the claws and her strong grip cuasing Elora to drop her sword. With her free hand she quickly reaches into her tunic and pulls out a knife and then stabs at Lorna's arm with it

Davian releases his grip on his shield, flinging the dinted metal down on Agrais's tail as he leaps back to avoid the scale covered apendage. Face grim, his right wrist obviously injuried from the blow by the axe, he moves into a combat stance, and nods to the sephnil. "Indeed. Let us battle." With a wordless cry, he rushs forward, and shifting the sword slightly, gripping it with his right hand, he sends an two-handed overhead slash in at Agrais, slightly off center because of his injury.

Urkhan has arrived.

Snarling as the shield hits his tail, Agrais then shifts his weight in an odd manner, and throws his axe with a mighty - yet accurate swing, coming down over his head. As he lets the wicked blade go, it flies towards Davian's mid-section, glinting in the light of the small fire as the wicked edges cut away at the air. In the same movement, he drops again to his haunches and springs forward towards the man's legs, bringing his tail behind him. And out of harms way, slightly bruised by the impact of the heavy war-shield, probably not as much as his ego though. He considers human to be second class warriors.

Four humans charge forward toward the golden scaled Sephnil, crying and waving their swords high in the air. Sssra's head darts toward the oncoming charge, he relases a blood freezing hiss, one that can be heard all over the battle field. His arm rises up to chest hight, hand pointed towards the human. Mumbling something incoherent, Sssra's eyes turn dark black, then dark blue. A small whirpool suddenly appears behind his would be attackers. It swiftly runs over them, sending them spinning and screaming. The whirpool ascends, going high in the air. Suddenly it stops and the four men are thrown to the ground, hitting it with a large thud, breaking almost every bone in their body.

Baru rolls to his left as the sephnils swing reaches its apex and begins to come down. Coming up on his feet he lunges at the lizard with his dagger but it just glances off the scaly skin. Ducking low Baru slashes upwards with his sword.

As Nalrod was fataly hit, he falls on he knees and says slowsly,"Bad beast I'll..." Then the man falls on the ground and die. The blood was fall from his side...he was dead.

Davian smiles grimly as the sephnil rushes in to attack with a similar tactic. He seems to almost say something, then the two come together. The razor sharp blade of Davian's longsword find its way into the Agrais's skin, cleaving into the sephnil's collarbone near where it joins his neck. The same time the sephnil's war axe crashs into the human's left side, cleaving deeply into his leather armor, past that and on into his rib cage. Releasing the longsword and leaving it lodged deeply in the sephnil, Davian stumbles back, clutching his ruined side, before falling heavily to his knees. Through a red film he sees the sephnil, and the battle around him, and says, coughing blood up as he does, "You bastards.. will pay.. for this." Falling slowly back, the light goes out of his eyes, and Davian Javon is no more.

Nalrod has left.

Another simple parry by Ishkhart's sword ends another would-be attack from Baru's sword. The dagger merely knicks his leg, but he gives it no attention. His sword once again moves from parry and flies toward Baru's midsection while his free hand strikes out for Baru's throat.

A brown scaled sephnil fends off a blow from one of the beset humans. As the hasty blow skids off of his weapon the sephnil's tail swings round to give him better balance for his counter attack. The counter attack doesn't come though, for the human is born away by the press of the fight leaving the sephnil, a young warrior named Urkhan, temprarily without a foe to face.

Baru pulls his neck back barely avoiding the lizards razor sharp claws that would have ended his life had they caught his throat. But in moving his neck his waist and lower body moved forward a bit and the longsword swung by Ishkhart gouges into his hip. Biting his lip so as not to cry out in pain Baru slashes down hard on the sword stuck in his hip, knocking it flying out and away, he flips his dagger in his hand and throws it at the lizards chest barely a moment after he knocked the sword away.

The small lizard withdraws his claws from the humans neck as the body falls limply down to the ground. His hand reaches over, clutching his shoulder in pain. His vision blurs a little, but he manages to notice a human aprroaching him, sword drawn. Hissing, the sephnil prepares fight. Dizziness overwhelms him, and he stumbles a little as the human brings his sword down on his arm. A mumbled cry escapes his lips as he falls towards the ground.

Seeing a lone sephnil, Elora slowly approaches him her sword in hand. She is ready for the fight despite the bleeding wound on her wrist.

Letting out one last-long, blood curdling cry, Agrais looks to the heavens and then hits the ground with his heavy knees. Looking to his opponent as he feels his cool reptillian blood drain away out of his neck, spilling down his side. Then, he starts to laugh maniacally, and puts his hand out, the sword still lodged in his neck as he leans over. Death does different things to different people - apparently this sephnil has been driven to insanity, and as the light fades from his eyes, he laughs. Blood dripping from his tongue.

Urkhan turns his head to scan the caravan. His tongue flicks in and out of his mouth, tasting the blood in the air. With what might pass for a smile the warrior allows his eyes to settle on a human female. She holds a weapon but is clearly wounded. As he steps toward her a trace of eagerness is apparent in his gait. Once he is close enough, Urkhan swings his sword cautiously, but with force, towards the woman's midsection. More to test her defenses than to strike her down.

Wounded as she is, Elora is still able to fight this sephnil. She swings her own sword around to block his sword.

His sword in no position to stop the dagger merely makes another attack at Baru, this time in an upward swing in an attempt to remove Baru of his head. But the dagger ... He moves his free hand up to it and through his hand goes the dagger, protecting his neck, yet no cry of pain does Ishkhart utter, he only strives to make the final kill.

Urkhan utters a satisfied sound as the woman blocks his attack. Drawing himself up to a straighter posture he begins to move in a circular direction around his opponent, trying to put her wounded arm between himself and her. With a burst of speed he leaps to dodge inside her defenses, bringing his sword tip up in a lunge at her throat.

Baru raises his sword arm and braces it with his free arm as the sephnils slash slams down onto the upraised hillmans sword.. The lizards strength is unbareable and the human falls back in a heap on the ground. Having fallen on a rock that slammed right into the open gash in his hip that has soaked his right leg with blood, he yells out in pain and writhes helplessly on the ground.

Elora is caught off guard as the sephnil circles her and lunges toward her throat. She attempts to block him but fears this may be her last battle.

The dagger through his hand, Ishkhart hisses unhappily and unleashes his most furious attack of the fight. With one powerful downward stroke, Ishkhart makes another attempt to relieve Baru of the infernal burden that is his head. "I told you to ssssstay your plassss human," he hisses as soon as his attack is unleashed.

Urkhan slips back outside the arc of the human woman's sword. The tip of his own weapon glistens with a trace of fresh blood as he brings it up in preparation for another attack. Judging his opportunity the brown scaled sephnil launches another attack, very similar to his first testing feint at the woman's midsection. This new attack is in full earnest however, with all the speed and strength he can manage.

Baru barely brings his sword up in time to blunt the blow but it still strikes his neck with a great force. The longsword slides gently into his neck but comes to a stop about the middle as it strikes his spine.. Baru stares up at him with a grim smile, "Good night..." He shuts his eyes and exhales shallowly the life draining from his body. The hillmans tense muscle from the fight finally relax and he lays still. Blood still steadily spurting from his neck and the grass about his hip becoming soaked from the wound on his upper thigh.

Still slightly stunned from the sword at her throat, the next move comes too quickly for Elora. The sword slices through her stomach covering her and the sepnil in her blood. She falls to the ground cursing the sephnil with her last breath.

Ishkhart pulls his sword from the now dead body of Baru with one long hiss. Then he makes the second final blow, finally removing Baru's head. He bends down and grabs it up, blood still dripping from it. Then, with two free fingers, he pulls the dagger from his hand, blood dripping from that too. But his white robe remains untouched, as white as it was when the fight began.