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[b]Time:[/b] [color=E594FF]Morning[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=E594FF]Port Vanarosa[/color]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=E594FF]Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos], Amisra [@Tae], Arlen [@Silverpaw], and the Thugs [@princess][/color]
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320 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, and a cloak
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Tanithil could only smirk as the elf charged him once more. He had an entire plan in mind from the very beginning, his gaze now shifting to the lump of shadow magic on the floor. One hand held his dagger while taking a feinting stance, and the other hand flicked upwards to point his index finger upward. In response to his fast hand, the blob flung itself at the thug, quickly sharpening itself into a spike on both ends. The thin diamond-shaped spike hurtled towards the dark elf, piercing the side of his neck while he wasn't looking. With a new opening presenting itself as the man reacted to being stabbed in his neck, Tanithil side-stepped and shoved his dagger into the mans shoulder. With one side of the elf stabbed in the neck, and the opposite stabbed in the shoulder, Tanithil figured the elf would bleed out. He pushed the man onto the ground, pulling on the magic spike shoved into his neck and yanking it free. In his hand, the spike quickly formed back into a gun and with a warped sound, the hammer pulled back.

Tanithil hopped over the bleeding elf and pointed his shadow gun at the orc threatening to break Amisra's femurs. But his attention then diverted to the warping of shadow magic aimed right at Ismael. With a frustrated click of his tongue he continued aiming his pistol at the orc. Then, a resounding cry came from the rooftops, confirming that at the very least Arlen was keeping his quarry at bay. He took a sharp breath and spoke in his usual cocky manner, which slowly began to twist into a more malicious filled cadance. [color=magenta]"Right this has been a fun little scrap here. But I just sticked ya mate there and iffin ya don't drop my friends and walk the fuck out of here....I'm gonna make swiss cheese jealous with how many holes you'll have, Tiny."[/color] His voice held no hesitation, and he kept himself spaced enough between the leader and the orc to hopefully keep a good sightline if either of them pulled anything. But he secretly hoped his friends had something up their sleeves. He hardly had the speed to keep them both safe apart from his shields.
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Tanithil stabs the dark elf charging at him in the neck with a shadow spike made from his shadow magic. He then stabs him in the shoulder and knocks him down while yanking the spike from his body. He turns it into a gun and points it at the orc and threatens both him and the leader to leave or be shot. Secretly, he feels worried if he can stop the both of them.
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