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Tower · 05-20-2003, 09:57 PM

Tower: Eh.. ?!

The Half-Orc turned about in suprise. After dropping the flaming zombie, he didn't realize such action would leap into play so quickly. Turning to face the group, he found the sharp bite of pain as little ..tools.. dug into his flesh. Wearing nothing more than the leather loincloth/rough-hewn shorts, he felt each gnaring attempt by the little monsters to ascend.

Instantly confused, he stumbled back. Trying to gather his surroundings and exactly what was going on, he was caught off guard. He noticed that Attrah was in desperate measures much like himself, and he saw Darghon get slammed into and then lost sight of him as other action ensued. His focus regained on the mold-like man and Tower caught wind of the figure attacking Father Quadrial, but everything happened so quickly it seemed like a haze.

After a moment of regaining his composure, he quickly came to. He wasn't sure what the children were doing, but he didn't care for it at all. While his better judgement told him to drop the flaming zombie easily as to not offend any villagers, he quickly lost his level-headedness to anger. Thankfully, insane berserk rage didn't set in -- Tower was always glad he didn't entirely lose his head every time he found himself in a conflict.

Taking a step back, he balanced on one foot and tried to use the other to kick the child in the chest and send it back a foot or two. Whilst performing this rather acrobatic feat for an Orc, he set up the trunk a bit better. If he could manage to kick the child off, he was entirely prepared to crack it in the face with the small tree trunk and send it hurtling.

05-20-2003, 09:57 PM	#175 (permalink)
Tower Tilted Location: Whitewater, Wisconsin.	Tower: Eh.. ?! The Half-Orc turned about in suprise. After dropping the flaming zombie, he didn't realize such action would leap into play so quickly. Turning to face the group, he found the sharp bite of pain as little ..tools.. dug into his flesh. Wearing nothing more than the leather loincloth/rough-hewn shorts, he felt each gnaring attempt by the little monsters to ascend. Instantly confused, he stumbled back. Trying to gather his surroundings and exactly what was going on, he was caught off guard. He noticed that Attrah was in desperate measures much like himself, and he saw Darghon get slammed into and then lost sight of him as other action ensued. His focus regained on the mold-like man and Tower caught wind of the figure attacking Father Quadrial, but everything happened so quickly it seemed like a haze. After a moment of regaining his composure, he quickly came to. He wasn't sure what the children were doing, but he didn't care for it at all. While his better judgement told him to drop the flaming zombie easily as to not offend any villagers, he quickly lost his level-headedness to anger. Thankfully, insane berserk rage didn't set in -- Tower was always glad he didn't entirely lose his head every time he found himself in a conflict. Taking a step back, he balanced on one foot and tried to use the other to kick the child in the chest and send it back a foot or two. Whilst performing this rather acrobatic feat for an Orc, he set up the trunk a bit better. If he could manage to kick the child off, he was entirely prepared to crack it in the face with the small tree trunk and send it hurtling. __________________ Regulator 2k3. Intergalatic Planetary. Last edited by Tower; 05-20-2003 at 10:00 PM..