(OOC: Hope this kind of double post is okay.)
Wyrd's sudden attack halted the forward movement of the Southern highwayman, for Holly was now alerted and frantically trying to find Birdie.
He withdrew back into his seclusion in the trees to prepare a different attack. However, he backed right into Bethberry, who had, like Holly and Birdie, slunk into the bushes when the elves were attacked.
Or rather, he backed right into a stinging handful of finely crushed herbs and oils which Bethberry flung into his face. Startled, sputtering and swearing, he inhaled much of the mixture and began coughing, while his eyes streamed with tears. Stumbling, he flung his sword aside so he could wipe his eyes, for the mixture was also blinding him. It deflected off Bethberry's arm, cutting it, before clattering to the stones on the ground. Before he could tell she was injured, she withdrew, taking his sword with her.
[ July 09, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
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