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

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The short dark elf grinned, seeing the gun fall to the floor. He hadn’t hesitated much, however and moved forward with Tanithil, however, and had slashed his knives toward him once more. Before he could notice if he had struck him or not, his vision darkened as a blob of dark magic latched itself onto his face. It took him by surprise but after a moment or so, the dark elf wretched the magic off his face and glared at Tanithil with fury. 

With his confidence undeterred, the dark elf lunged at Tanithil once again, his blades aimed with deadly intent. His attack was merciless and he seemed confident he had him this time.

Meanwhile, the orc grunted, [color=lightsalmon]“You won’t be pretty when I’m done with you.”[/color] He was pretty embarrassed to have been put on the ground by the small woman, but he knew how to put an overconfident bitch back in her place. He reached his big hands up to grab her thighs and squeezed them tight in his hands as she had averted her gaze. With superior strength, he squeezed as hard as he could then moved with intent to crush her femurs and fling her into the wall as he rose up to his feet.

The fairy staggered under the onslaught of the blinding light blasts, momentarily disoriented by the intense brightness. As he looked down, a sharp realization pierced through the haze. He had been struck in the abdomen by a bullet, the searing pain gnawing at his flesh. He clutched his wounded side, feeling the warm, sticky blood on his trembling hand.

Narrowing his eyes with a mixture of fury and desperation, he directed his glare towards Arlen behind the chimney, his voice trembling with anger as he yelled, [color=F7C1B4]"You will pay for this, light elf scum!"[/color] Despite the potentially mortal wound, determination fueled his every move as he propelled himself forward, wielding a black sword drawn from the sheath on his hip.  The fairy now closing the distance, the taste of revenge on his lips, determined to end this once and for all by beheading the elf who had caused him such pain.


Finally came the leading dark elf, who had not anticipated Ismael closing in on him so quickly and had sustained a slice across his chest and ripped his shirt. As crimson droplets fell down from the fabric, the dark elf's scowl deepened. However, he knew the black-haired elf had made a grave mistake. With narrowed eyes, he managed to dodge the next incoming slices, stepping around him with ease and precision. It was when Ismael moved to spin that he had the opportunity to conjure a decent size orb of dark magic and propel it at him just as his foot had been about to connect with his skull. The sudden force would be enough to push Ismael back and send a feeling of dread through the young man. 

This also would give him a moment to draw his gun. 

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