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[center][h1][color=13644E]Fabios Odyssean[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=13644E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ancient Forest???[/center]
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Fabios roared in contempt as his shoulder hit the knife-ear, rapidly turning to bring down his weapon on the vile creature. His mordhau strike insured that blade, crossguard, grip and pommel all hit the foe at once and the consequent slicing, piercing and bludgeoning force all in one made another fantastic spray of red stuff all across the Knight. He let out a weary exhalation, momentarily recuperating after all the exerted violence. As his shoulders sagged up an down with the air going in and out he barely noticed the poisoned arrow strike his face. Quickly falling out of his stupor he squatted to reach into his backpack and produced his helm. Fabios pulled up his chainmail and cloth coif over his head before snugly placing his helmet into its rightful position. He was covered from head to toe in plate and chainmail but he knew he couldn't relax. If the elf arrows bounced off of thick steel he knew the bastards were often deadeye shots and had a decent chance of hitting him through his helmet slit or neck or some other exposed spot if he didn't stay on his toes. 

The man slapped his cheek a few times to try and get some sense back into it but gave up after the fourth try, and instead turned to watch the assault upon Heda. Well, she was a big lass and thus it was quite expected that such frenzied bastards as these elves would go after her first. While he pitied the woman somewhat, he did rejoice some what as all those assaulting her exposed themselves to some nasty stabs in the back. 

The Paladin quickly sheathed his two-handed blade and replaced it with his falchion knowing the shorter blade would be better in the tighter fighting his comrade was going through. He ran towards the aid of Heda giving his weapon a few flourishes to adjust to a new blade's balance, his expression now dead as the poison spread throughout him. The man would waste no time as he neared going straight to stab the closest target in the flesh. However he maintained vigilance, not only did he have to insure that he wasn't pounced from the sides he had to focus on a prayer so that the light might go and mend the wounds that were getting worse by the moment on Heda. At the same time, he had to count how many elves were still alive, because he'd like to get at least one to have a friendly chat with.