You attempt to hide yourself.
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
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*Afflicted* stabs Titus's body into bloody fragments!
Miraes tries to slash *Syk*'s body, but misses.
A Caemlyn cityguard stabs *Syk*'s arms very hard.
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
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Sharp wind from *Obould* creats air scythes which tear apart Titus.
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
-
*Plague* smirks as his fireball explodes into the face of Titus!
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
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Sharp wind from Miraes creats air scythes which tear apart *Syk*.
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
% = -
Sharp wind from *Obould* creats air scythes which tear apart Titus.
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
A huge twister moves across the room!
The raging gusts of the tornado pick you up and throw you aside.
A Training Hut
Large torches on each side of the room illuminate this large hut. The training
room for all warriors of the light lies here. You can see practice dummies in
the back of the hut and on the walls are practice weapons. Men are here
practicing their forms and dueling with wooden practice swords.
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An old beggar with thin, gnarled legs walks around here, asking for coins.
Hired by the Queen, a mercenary guardsman is ready to teach the art of war.
*Obould* falls from midair, landing with a loud thud.
Miraes falls from midair, landing with a loud thud.
HP:Scratched MV:Excellent >
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*Obould* makes a strange sound but is suddenly very silent as you place a sharp, sleek-edged poniard in his back.
*Obould* grimaces in pain.
You receive some experience points!
Your fame around the world has increased.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Obould*'s death cry.
*Obould* is dead! R.I.P.