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[color=0072bc][b]Time: [/b][/color]Afternoon, Day 2
[color=0072bc][b]Location: [/b][/color] By a spring, closer to River Port
[color=0072bc][b]Interactions:[/b][/color][@13org][@Helo][@Potter][@Eviledd1984]
[color=0072bc][b]Outfit:[/b][/color][url=https://i.imgur.com/E6cI2pP.png]Outfit from the Ball[/url]
[color=0072bc][b]Inventory:[/b][/color][url=https://www.renderhub.com/dmitriykotliar/fantasy-sword/fantasy-sword-02.jpg]Sword that's sheathed[/url], [url=https://i.imgur.com/fF9uExa.png]Bow[/url] and quiver of arrows. Then: 2 hankerchiefs, liquid body cleanser, wayfinder, toothbrush, travel-size hair and teeth cleansers, small round of rope, bandaging, and disinfectant spray: all in a fanny pack that's facing behind him, hidden behind his cape.
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Malachi was thankful his comrades were listening to him and that some of their attacks had damaged the creature so far. They seemed to have a handle on things thus far, but Valok had been braver with his move than he had anticipated, moving forward to slash directly at the creature. He saw Myra hold up two fingers out of the corner of his eye and stalk off. He had no idea where she was going. It took him a moment in the heat of firing another arrow at the bear to realize what she'd meant. And by then it was too late.  

Another owlbear had come out from the trees and had wrapped its arms around Valok in a hug. However, it was no friendly hug. It was a hug that would ultimately end in death if it was not stopped. The owlbear started to peck at his head like a bird and Malachi cringed. He grabbed Belladonna's shoulder and said quickly,  [color=0072bc]"Hold this thing off. Don't get close."[/color] 

He unsheathed a sword that had been on his belt, not wanting to waste time with either conjuring magic or stringing an arrow. The armpits were easily more accessible in the hugging pose. Malachi ran at the owlbear and then jumped up to gain height as he ran to its side, grabbed the right arm, and used the swinging momentum to drive the sword deep upward into the armpit. The sword went all the way through and came out of the trapezius muscle and slashed its face as it passed through. Malachi then yanked it out as he fell downward. The owlbear let go of Valok with a mighty roar of pain as a mass of amount of blood started pooling out from the deep goring wound.

Malachi rounded back around from behind the owlbear to shove Valok away from its grasp, calling loudly, [color=0072bc]"Mathis, the arm, cut it off!"[/color] Before he could place another attack, the owlbear grabbed Malachi with its good arm, throwing him away towards the ground. He hit the ground with a thud, this sword dropping at his side. The wind was knocked out of him from the impact, so he took a moment to catch his breath. Nothing seemed to be out of order as far as Malachi could tell. He scrambled back on to his feet as soon as he could and moved to Valok's side to assess the damage and defend him if he needed it.