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Post by ExlMagician on Dec 28, 2010 12:53:12 GMT -8
The blade narrowly nicked him several times, but the elf decided it best not to get sliced open, and had torn himself from the other's grip howling with agony as he scurried across the sand, and down the dune toward the rest of the camp. "Sandeater...!" There was nothing but mumblings now when he tripped, getting nicked by the blade and his eyes going wide as he coiled up, resembling a sand serpent. His irises were large, as they flickered around, uncomfortable and water starting to well up in them. He was about to cry. He gurgled out one more moment before he could no longer move. "Ssaannndddyyy..." There was nothing more that could be done. Certainly, and he felt it in his blood that the effects wouldn't last long and Caliban could rest assured that this elf was one with the vengeful streak. He'd definitely get him back with some sort of rotten joke... after Bjorn freed him.
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