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[indent][indent]The brute's body was getting heavier with each wound, more and more difficult to keep upright as his blood slowly painted the stonework flooring below. Quite the danger for a band of mercenaries to find themselves in: ambushed, surrounded, bloodied. And yet, in a matter of seconds, Lyun is reminded of the motives behind his choice. Why join the Hellions? Because a grim situation was just about to become yet another tale, whispered in disbelief, of those crimson dogs defying the odds.

With the scorpions going down one after another, Lyun soon feels his body become lighter yet rigid as the divinely-touched theurg works his incantations. He takes a few heavy steps, past the merchant, desperado and warrior, giving each a simple nod.

[i][b]Lyun:[/b][/i] [i]"Leave, Gesties. The field of battle is no place for the likes of you. Too much of a coward to join them in death."[/i] His words grate against his throat as he pulls an arm back. Two quick axe throws before the last ambusher can even react, leaving him a red mess of meat and blood.

[center][sub][i]Lyun moves 3 tiles to 11-15 and attacks Agga with his Hand Axe. Hits twice for a total of 28 damage, killing him. Gains 51 XP.[/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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