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Nina darted through the trees embracing a keen sense of awareness. Suddenly she found herself in a large clearing. She could not hear the voices of her companions fighting the orcs and the darkness was penetrated only by the light of the full moon overhead.
Suddenly, she saw two figures approaching across the clearing. Their gait was strong but jerky as a result of the large wings protruding from their backs.
'Gargoyles...ugh...I hate gargoyles,' Nina mumbled.
The one on the right was larger and more muscular by far, but the one on the left had a strange aura that reeked of evil magic.
She closed the distance between them only slightly and then stood, poised for battle, staff in hand, awaiting their approach. They seemed to be speaking to eachother, their sardonic laughter made her cringe. She couldn't help but remember the last time she had fought a gargoyle. It had ended in the death of the creature, but also the loss of her only friend in the world. She felt a stab of regret and tried to force it from her mind. This was no way to enter into a battle, she had to forget the past. 'And anyway, Vanelee will take care of me...' This thought jolted her, why should a self-possessed elf who knew nothing of her care anything about her survival? No matter, Kos and Tos were a mere 15 feet away now. It was time to fight.
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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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