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[color=firebrick]Interactions:[/color] Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos] Amisra[@Tae] Arlen [@Silverpaw] Drosis [@Blizz]
[color=lightsalmon] Location:[/color] Alleyway in  Port Vanarosa

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With a glint in his eye, the leader chuckled at Tanithil’s statement. Swiftly formulating a counterattack in his mind, he shot a nod toward the other dark elf, accompanied by a smug smirk. [color=firebrick]"As far as I'm concerned, all we're dealing with here is an easy win,"[/color] he declared with confidence.

Without hesitation,  the short dark elf suddenly sprang into action. Without a moment's hesitation, the agile and compact dark elf sprung into action, his blades gleaming menacingly in each hand. He propelled himself forward, closing the distance between him and Tanithil in a blur of speed. He made his strikes toward Tanithil in hopes of disarming him. 

Meanwhile, the towering green orc, initially ready to join the assault, was caught off guard as a projectile unexpectedly struck him on the head. Momentarily stunned, he paused, his massive green hands instinctively catching the flying object—a potato. He stared at it for a moment before shifting his gaze towards the source of the interruption, a female voice nearby.

He stared at it before shifting his gaze on Amisra,  [color=lightsalmon]“Uhh boss. Looks like they has some friends.” [/color] 

Reacting sharply, the leader's expression turned more severe as he snapped a response. [color=firebrick]"More to kill. Don't waste time!"[/color]

Regaining his confidence, the orc burst into motion and made his aim for Amisra. He raised the potato and crushed it in his hands as pieces burst all over the ground beneath them. After that, he raised his axe and shouted as he came toward her, [color=lightsalmon] “I’m gonna CRUSH your pretty head in my hands, potato girl!”[/color] His loud, high-pitched voice rang through the air. He charged towards Amisra with rage in his eyes he was ready to swing his axe when he got into range. 

As Ismael's spinning back kick landed squarely on the fairy's torso, the impact sent the man hurtling backward through the air. Momentarily disoriented, the fairy struggled to regain his balance mid-flight, his wings fluttering frantically. He did a double-take then raised his hands as vines began to slowly but stealthy emerge from beneath the stones beneath their feet, breaking through the cracks. The tendrils twisted with purpose, their aim clearly to ensnare Ismael in their grasp and immobilize him. But it was about then a bullet grazed past his head with a loud whizzing noise. 

Startled, the fairy's attention was abruptly diverted, causing the progress of the vines to halt, with them wrapping around Ismael's ankles but no further. The fairy quickly glanced over his shoulder, wild-eyed and searching for the source of the bullet. After not initially finding the shooter, he urgently barked over to the leading dark elf, [color=#A9A9A9] “Get the one with the big ears. We have a coward hiding amongst us!”[/color]  With a determined glare and gritted teeth with resolve, he ascended upward and began to scan his yellow eyes along the walls of the buildings in search of Arlen. He decided to move into the shadows as well and make it a little more difficult for another clear shot.
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