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— Old Falthier —[/center]

Indrau strode into the fight alongside Tyaethe, his footing sure on the sheer surface. One of the first sigils he had put into use had been to give himself greater traction on most surfaces. With his bad leg even something as routine as a walk up a flight up steps could be a dangerous and treacherous endeavour.

Even so, he was unable to muster the leverage and momentum to outright dismember his foes so he employed precision and finesse, striking through tendons at wrists, elbows and hamstrings. Few blows he struck were outright lethal but their victims were no less out of the fight.

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— Brennan —[/center]

Salt remained on the wall, looking out towards the tree line with occasional glances at the interior of the courtyard. She would have liked to help search for what appeared to be a girls missing dog but the furry creatures always seemed wary of the half giant. Truth be told, she wasn’t exactly fond of them either. Now cats were her kind of pet and they simply seemed to regard her as a part of the furniture so long as she didn’t move.