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The thunderwave struck the priest. His words of prayer had been replaced by a "wo-wai-waaah" as he stumbled and bounced towards the guillotine shrine. Really, it was astounding that he didn't fall over. Though perhaps he should have, considering his efforts to remain upright had resulted in him moving considerably farther than if he just fell.

Zogi could hear a meaty thud and the statue shake as the priest collided on the opposite side.

Contrary to Muste's expectation, there was no perfectly aligned mishap resulting in instant decapitation. In fact, there was a lot of nothing as the priest stood backup, dusted himself off, and quickly inspected himself. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him. He began to run back towards the mage to avoid the front line. One step. Two step. The sound of flesh tearing and a body falling to the ground. His head had rather spectacularly flew off. So that was how the guillotine shrine worked. Either that or the priest's head just did that on its own.

Received 10 DP.

The mage, who was close by to the priest, was shoved by the nearby thunderwave. The paladin, unmoved despite being equally in the path, grabbed onto the mage collar to prevent her from flying away. Unfortunately for the mage, their yell of "Windcutt-aaah!" had been interrupted as the small crescent of wind formed rolled and curved forwards, its target unknown.

Klein's illusions stumbled forwards towards the hero and the dwarf warrior. In an instant, they were felled by simple childish swings of their weapons. As was expected for illusions, but it did mean that Zogi wouldn't immediately be slain.

The rogue was stopped by the sudden appearance of rocks. No matter, he'd simply strike faster.

Or so he thought. In some twist of fate, rather than the guillotine shrine, the crescent of wind had struck his neck and removed the connection of life.

Received 10 DP...?

Unfortunately for the Oracle, the crescent of wind was curving upwards, aimed by pure misfortune directly at its wound. It wouldn't do much damage--considering how it had slowed so much already from cutting bone, but man was it unfortunate.

The call of fictitious hellhounds from Schnupfen forewarned the remaining members of the little incursion. By heart, they grouped back up together for one last stand, backs against each other. Of course, the rats gnawed at the dwarf.

Despite the ineffectiveness of the attack, it firmly worked. The dwarf warrior screamed out in abject terror.

[b]"Rats! I hate rats! And rats make me crazy!"[/b]

In some bizarre act of dwarven athleticism, he dove at the ground, curled into a ball, and proceeded to roll away at surprising speed, throwing the rats upwards above the hero, paladin, and mage.

His destination? Wherever his intuition took him. And by some happenstance, he ended up in front of a small goblin girl who dreamed of trade.

[b]Remaining foes:[/b] Lv. 2 Hero, 3/7 Lv. 1 [Brave Friends] [D. WAR, H. PAL, E. MAG]

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[b]New Foes:[/b]
Lv. 1 Hero Team [Brave Friends]
7 child heroes, all equally new and foolhardy. A dwarf warrior boy, a human paladin girl, a human rogue boy, an elf mage boy, an elf mage girl, a human ranger boy, and a human priest boy. You could take them. One on one, at least.
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