Snippet #1470024

The deep human's mind was in a haze. He stumbled at first, but after forcing himself to remember that he was in a battlefield, he focused just in time for a new Child to step into the fray- a bulky-looking elf that approached quickly. They were flowing in at a great pace- and at this rate Kisikoni would be torn to pieces. The Lamia had been a real pain in the ass- and there were more where he came from.

The Deep Human was busy contemplating a quick formula when a quick command interjected. "We're leaving! Thirty seconds to prepare for the translocation!"

He remembered his training at the camp, and quickly slapped the insignia. He looked quickly to see the symbol begin to glow blue. He looked up, and the elf had drawn a rapier. The Elf opened up with a fireball, which Kisikoni dodged by throwing himself to the side. Hitting the dirt, he scrambled to his feet and managed to catch the rapier that jabbed at his chest. Deflecting it, the deep human tried to get in close but the elf danced away. Suddenly, a thick fog engulfed the field. He could barely see a thing.

"Shit. Shit. SHIT." Kisikoni cursed, blindly looking around. He was already having trouble seeing through with the blows the Lamia had rained on his head, but now he couldn't see an inch from his face. Kisikoni tried to use his ears, which were important in the tunnels because often light was absent underground, but the sounds of battle drowned out any distinct noises. He tried to smell, but all he could smell was his own blood. All he could do was wait until his thirty seconds expired and he could leave.

He faintly heard Neira the Nightmarian shout something, but he could hardly hear it. Suddenly, the fresh elf lashed from the side, bringing the rapier swinging across. The sound of the blade cutting through the fog was close enough for Kisikoni to react, but instead of dodging it and leaving the Elf clueless, he blocked it. He instantly knew he was in danger. The rapier's blade snaked around the short blade of his butterfly sword, and nicked his upper cheek. This filthy fog had rendered Kisikoni completely useless, and all he could do was try to back away- but the Elf followed him. After beating down a strong Lamia child, he was pretty drained and clumsy. The rapier darted out of the haze once more. Kisikoni deflected it again, and caught the blade. Driving the swords down the length of the rapier, he tackled the elf to the ground. Rolling around, he was forced into submission as the calm Child knocked him off and rolled upright, slashing at the downed Deep Human. The blade raked up the leather armor, the Child's unnatural strength slicing the fibers and leaving a nice wound on his chest. It wasn't deep, as the Rapier didn't reach too far, but as the blade came up and around into a stabbing motion, Kisikoni rolled over and narrowly dodged the blade- just as thirty seconds came to an end.

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The Nightmarian Spider heard the sounds of combat grow desperate. Very faint cries and roars of magic could be heard. But the most stunning of them all, was the faint chittering of a spider. Slowly, her voluminous red eyes turned and regarded the untrustworthy-looking halfling that was only a few feet away. She blinked once, then turned her head back.

Wasn't the worst way to be rescued, but at least somebody was trying. She'd been dying to get back at that filthy elf for talking down on her, the pervert. Her arms moved slightly as she lifted her bound arms just a tad to allow the halfling an easier time to untie the bonds. She had no weapons save for her webbing, fangs and poison, but that really should be all what the spider needed.