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Sophia the Thunder Mistress · 04-15-2003, 01:13 AM

Marsilion wished he had a bow with him. However, his wish didn't last long as the hungry wolves charged into the company. He no longer had time to think of anything but battle. Wielding his sword with both hands he stood near the edge of the firelight, ready to protect the halflings if need be.

The first wolf that came too close was quickly knocked down by a slice of his steel blade. He finished it with a well placed stab with his dagger. The hobbit, Peony, had just killed one with the dagger she carried, but many more were eyeing her from the shadows. foul carrion! Marsilion thought , aiming for the smallest among us... they shall not have her! he resolved. Several wolves fell to arrows all around him, and breifly, he feared to be hit. But the repeated attacks on the hobbits enraged him, and soon he didn't care.

As one particularly large wolf leapt snarling toward Peony, Marsilion sprang in front of it. Its weight bore him to the ground, and for one moment they were eye to eye. Its teeth raked his left shoulder and he felt the blood begin to drip down his arm. With a cry of pain Marsilion threw the wolf off and decaptiated it with one fell stroke. Peony grinned and called out "Thanks!"

Marsilion shook his head, that girl is something, she is... he thought as he gently explored the wound on his shoulder with his fingers. It was not deep, though it bled profusely. His arm was a little stiff, but no matter. He still needed it tonight. Gripping his sword with both hands he eyed the remaining wolves and waited.

[ April 15, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]

04-15-2003, 01:13 AM	#67
Sophia the Thunder Mistress Scent of Simbelmynë Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town Posts: 1,780	Marsilion wished he had a bow with him. However, his wish didn't last long as the hungry wolves charged into the company. He no longer had time to think of anything but battle. Wielding his sword with both hands he stood near the edge of the firelight, ready to protect the halflings if need be. The first wolf that came too close was quickly knocked down by a slice of his steel blade. He finished it with a well placed stab with his dagger. The hobbit, Peony, had just killed one with the dagger she carried, but many more were eyeing her from the shadows. foul carrion! Marsilion thought , aiming for the smallest among us... they shall not have her! he resolved. Several wolves fell to arrows all around him, and breifly, he feared to be hit. But the repeated attacks on the hobbits enraged him, and soon he didn't care. As one particularly large wolf leapt snarling toward Peony, Marsilion sprang in front of it. Its weight bore him to the ground, and for one moment they were eye to eye. Its teeth raked his left shoulder and he felt the blood begin to drip down his arm. With a cry of pain Marsilion threw the wolf off and decaptiated it with one fell stroke. Peony grinned and called out "Thanks!" Marsilion shook his head, that girl is something, she is... he thought as he gently explored the wound on his shoulder with his fingers. It was not deep, though it bled profusely. His arm was a little stiff, but no matter. He still needed it tonight. Gripping his sword with both hands he eyed the remaining wolves and waited. [ April 15, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ] __________________ The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!