"Fine, Ranger," Arawil hissed, grinning fiercely. Then she attacked. Dykoria was fast, very fast for one of mortal race.
But Arawil was not mortal. For hundreds of thousands of years, she had been prowling the forests of the world seeking the Children of Ungoliant.
Dykoria swung her sword up over her head, preparing to finish the test, and then gasped as Arawil stepped inside her stroke, countering her blade and sending Dykoria's sword flying into a tree 30 feet away.
[ August 31, 2002: Message edited by: Elenna ]
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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