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[center][h1][color=13644E]Fabios Odyssean[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=13644E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Edge of Ancient Forest and Plain???[/center]
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The elves and their beasts really were damn nutters. Fabios wasn't sure if this was a blessing or curse for while their bloodlust made them disorganized, it made them damn well relentless. Now however wasn't the time to think of the tactical merits of insanity, it was the time to exploit them. As he plunged his falchion into the panther he made sure to ever so faintly twist it to maximize blood loss, but its rider was quick to react and hit the Paladin's hand quite nastily. He dropped the falchion with his right hand as deformed metal dug into his flesh, bending town to grab the blade with his left. 

Unfortunately he didn't have time to do anything as yet another panther jumped upon him. Things were not looking so good as the gallant attempt to rescue the Vrykul had not worked too well with the woman giving less and less resistance by the moment. However, this might just work to his advantage. They would most likely kill her once there is truly no resistance and then turn their attention unto him. As they would descend upon him he could - if luck allowed - resurrect her. A giant woman going to crack the bones of the elves from behind would be quite handy. 

Still, the Knight had to give attention to what was immediately before him - a giant kitty. The claws of the thing were going at him and he had to deal with it quickly lest it realize that it had to go for his joints where it's claws could probably get between the individual rings of his chainmail and puncture his flesh. He moved quickly, with an ambitious attempt to eliminate two birds with one stone. His left arm bearing his falchion would go over the head of the panther, and attempt to press it down to his breastplate. With this he would use his right arm to try and dig the sharpened fingertips of his right hand's gloves into the thing's throat, while his left hand would pivot around the elbow trying to bury the blade into the elf riding the Saber.