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Bob Biter · 11-17-2003, 08:04 PM

Having spotted a few orcs before their undisciplined, unfocused attacks against Matt and Vanelee, Dreggan had decided against warning them, out of a morbid sense of curiosity as to how they could handle themselves in real battle. Vanelee was efficient, yet a bit sloppy; Matt's enthusiasm, along with his acrobatics, easily confused the hapless orcs, but how would he fend against a smarter opponent? As for Nina, yes he had seen her dart here and there, but it seems she was searching for something, but what?

As he was pondering these things, standing on a branch and leaning against the tree, he felt it jerk suddenly. Regaining his balance, he saw that 5 of the lugs had managed to spot him (not that he was making any special efforts to hide) and were in the process of trying to knock him down from his vantage point, albeit crudely. Seeing that their attempts were futile, one of them bellowed, in that seductively sweet voice of his:

"You squishy human! Come down! Come face Tarakk! You small squishy coward, we will bash you good!"

His companions quickly screamed their approval and started to laugh at Dreggan's apparent cowardice. Suddenly, one of them paused, as if suddenly aware of something. Another paused, too, then a third. As the last laughing pair turned to see why the merriment had ceased from their brethren, they understood. Each of them had a needle firmly planted in the throat. As small trickles of blood started to flow from their neck wounds, they simply fell back, their death almost instantaneous.

As they whipped their gazes back to the branch, Tarakk and the other orc saw that the "squishy" had disappeared. Enraged, they turned to alert the rest of their comrades, only to find Dreggan standing right behind them.

In the blink of an eye, it was over. Using his Savate style, the thief jumped and delivered a kick to both orcs' fat head simultaneously. As he was coming down, a quick and graceful sweep with both legs (OOC: Olympic pommel horse style) was all it took to take them to the ground. As soon as they hit the dirt, Dreggan finished his sweep in a handstand, performed a slight somersault, unsheated his sais in mid-air and planted them firmly in the brutes' chest. As life was leaving them, all they could hear was his soft chuckle.

"Oh dear, you orcs really ARE stupid, aren't you?"

Removing his sais and wiping them on his victims crude vestments, the thief casually turned to see how the others were doing.

11-17-2003, 08:04 PM	#55 (permalink)
Bob Biter Non-smokers die everyday Location: Montreal	Having spotted a few orcs before their undisciplined, unfocused attacks against Matt and Vanelee, Dreggan had decided against warning them, out of a morbid sense of curiosity as to how they could handle themselves in real battle. Vanelee was efficient, yet a bit sloppy; Matt's enthusiasm, along with his acrobatics, easily confused the hapless orcs, but how would he fend against a smarter opponent? As for Nina, yes he had seen her dart here and there, but it seems she was searching for something, but what? As he was pondering these things, standing on a branch and leaning against the tree, he felt it jerk suddenly. Regaining his balance, he saw that 5 of the lugs had managed to spot him (not that he was making any special efforts to hide) and were in the process of trying to knock him down from his vantage point, albeit crudely. Seeing that their attempts were futile, one of them bellowed, in that seductively sweet voice of his: "You squishy human! Come down! Come face Tarakk! You small squishy coward, we will bash you good!" His companions quickly screamed their approval and started to laugh at Dreggan's apparent cowardice. Suddenly, one of them paused, as if suddenly aware of something. Another paused, too, then a third. As the last laughing pair turned to see why the merriment had ceased from their brethren, they understood. Each of them had a needle firmly planted in the throat. As small trickles of blood started to flow from their neck wounds, they simply fell back, their death almost instantaneous. As they whipped their gazes back to the branch, Tarakk and the other orc saw that the "squishy" had disappeared. Enraged, they turned to alert the rest of their comrades, only to find Dreggan standing right behind them. In the blink of an eye, it was over. Using his Savate style, the thief jumped and delivered a kick to both orcs' fat head simultaneously. As he was coming down, a quick and graceful sweep with both legs (OOC: Olympic pommel horse style) was all it took to take them to the ground. As soon as they hit the dirt, Dreggan finished his sweep in a handstand, performed a slight somersault, unsheated his sais in mid-air and planted them firmly in the brutes' chest. As life was leaving them, all they could hear was his soft chuckle. "Oh dear, you orcs really ARE stupid, aren't you?" Removing his sais and wiping them on his victims crude vestments, the thief casually turned to see how the others were doing. __________________ A plan is just a list of things that don't happen. Last edited by Bob Biter; 11-17-2003 at 08:11 PM..