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[color=firebrick]Interactions:[/color] Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos] Amisra[@Tae] Arlen [@Silverpaw] 
[color=lightsalmon] Location:[/color] Alleyway in  Port Vanarosa

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The leader leveled his gun at Ismael, a sly grin adorning his face. The grin, however, slowly dissolved as a dagger sliced through the air and lodged itself in his shoulder. His cry of pain echoed as he staggered back, his grip on the knife clenched tightly. In an act of desperation, he squeezed the trigger of his gun, but frustration followed as the mechanism jammed, rendering it useless. Pausing to take in the scene around him, his eyes fell upon the fallen fairy above Arlen. Then his gaze shifted to the incapacitated dark elf. On the opponent's side, only the female remained down. 

[color=lightsalmon] "Boss?"[/color] The orc awaited his command, uncertainty in his expression. Neither of them had anticipated incurring any losses in this encounter.

[color=firebrick] "We retreat,"[/color] the dark elf finally declared, his glare intense. [color=firebrick] "But this isn't the end. We'll cross paths again, and [i]you'll all pay[/i]."[/color] With those words, both the orc and the dark elf abruptly turned and bolted, making a hasty escape.


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