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Matt had arrived before Dreggan and went about his usual unplanned attacks. The goblins were easy enough to take out, but the last 2 were getting up and the monk had managed to get himself clobbered by one of the trolls. Why did he go after the weak ones first? Tsk... tsk...
Landing on a branch in the tree nearest to the trolls, Dreggan threw a few needles at the pair. In the blink of an eye, one had lost the use of his weapon arm and the other screamed at the incredible pain caused by a fair number of his back nerves being pierced. Such an attack would have killed lesser creatures, but trolls were reknowned for their durability.
Without pausing, Dreggan fell upon an orc who had wandered close to the tree to see what was happening. The thief brought his sais down and carved two deep gashes into the brute's back, followed by a leg sweep to knock him down. He was still alive, but barely. Dreggan thought he was losing his touch.
Movement to his left caught his attention and without thinking, the thief rolled to the right, just in time to avoid a halberd that dug a cleft in the ground, courtesy of one of the sharper eyed orcs. In the blink of an eye, Dreggan had planted a sai in the ground to pin the polearm and, as the orc struggled to free it, he ran up and planted his other sai square between its eyes. A satisfying "crunch" was heard and the hapless brute fell backwards, dead before it hit the dirt.
Retrieving his sais, Dreggan jumped back into a tree, having lost the element of surprise.
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