[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Deymin's Tower (2F and descending)
[b][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color][/b] TZ, with hopeful finality 
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	Let's be honest, today was not exactly a banner day for Keystone. Let us remove from consideration the enemies that had fallen before the onslaught of his mighty, ham-sized fists, adorned in as they were with some of the finest worked metal of the Dwarves descended of the old Delzoun Clan. Let us also remove the opportunities he had (or was thrust into yet again) to remove more undead abominations from the face of the world. Now the bit about the bear... okay, that was noteworthy. Something to go in his memoirs the moment that he had a bit of quiet time. There may be a technique in it somewhere; Keystone had heard about fighting monks with the ability to throw great weight beyond what their strength should allow, and in a combat setting. Perhaps there was something to it that he was just beginning to tap into. 

	But he couldn't think about that now. At the immediate, Keystone had unwittingly dropped off the Troglodyte Zombie in the middle of the frigging stairwell, basically cutting off the egress of the rest of his group and trapping them in a sliding and tumbling deathtrap of worked, decrepit stone. Not a banner day. 

	There was the barest stroke of luck (kind of) as the beastie bounced from the stairwell wall, down to the floor, turned end-over-end and flopped with the diametric opposite of grace upon Keystone's back. The impact stressed the injury to his ribs from earlier and threatened to drive the air from his lungs. Good news: The undead bastich was no longer in the way of the retreating group. Bad news: Keystone was being used as a beast of burden for a snapping, snarling monster. Hopefully, that issue could be resolved in the next possible second. 

	Keystone had his chance as he stepped down to the second floor. He couldn't quite shake the thing off with his first, unwieldly attempt, but soon enough everything came together. Keystone planted a solid boot down upon questionable stone and reached both of his hands behind him. Strong, stone-like fingers found purchase on leathery, reptilian skin and would not compromise their grasp. The broad Pugilist pulled the creature up and over his head, giving it a split second of regard. Far be it for him to waste good momentum in a fight, Keystone carried the motion forward, hurling the troglodyte zombie away from himself. It tumbled and rolled through the air, hissing what he could only imagine were decidedly [i]not[/i] words of encouragement before disappearing through a bare hole in the exterior wall. 

	If any gods were smiling upon their little adventure, the thing would be destroyed by the fall. Being as Keystone wasn't particularly fond of any of the gods of which he was aware, he prepared himself to have to finish the monster off when he got out downstairs. But for now: [i]Run[/i].