Kyle hurls a knife. It sinks into the chest of club elf 4. He draws his sword out of the scabbard with a sibilant hiss.
Thrunn casts flamebolt. It also smashes into the chest of club elf four, who screeches and flails at his chest, but the fire doesn't catch. It continues stumbling towards you, desperate to kill.
Balthazar prepares his sabre and prepares to counter a attack.
He feels a staff tap him lightly on the back before energy flows through his limbs, strengthening them beyond his nature. The acrid stench of burnt soul fills the air.
JAarund also prepares to counter, his sword stil lcrackling with electricity.
Aras lifts his hammer. Counter prepared.
Meg waits for the elves.
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Alarune holds his defensive position.
Gunall holds his defensive position.
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The packleader continues coming closer. With a wretch, it coughs up a thick clot of blood.
Club elves 1 to 3 begin skirting around the wall of flame. They yap at the party, shaking thier singed legs as if to shake off the burns.
With a roar, most of the elves arrive.
Club elf 4 runs in, blood still dripping from his wounds, and swings at Alarune. Futility - the parrying gauntlet knocks the club aside, and the vast greatsword swings down. With a brutal crunch, two segments of the guant elf collapse to the groud. Alarune growls, satisfied.
Spear elf 1 does the same to Gunall. With his own spear, he knocks it aside and runs it through. It falls back, greatly injured, bleeding from a great hole in it's gut.
Spear elf 2 also stabs at Gunall. His armour resists the sharpened wood for the most part - the point pierces a weak point of the maille and sinks into his side. He shouts in pain and stumbles back/
Spear elf 3 swings at Balthazar. He counters, and the magically boosted blade cleaves through the elf with elf. It gurgles as it drops, face first, into the ground, stone dead.
Spear elf 4 thrusts the stake at aras. Aras swings his hammer to counter, but the hefty weapon smashes through only air. The elf's own spear scrapes harmlessly off Aras' armour, not even leaving a scratch.
Spear Elf 5 goes for Jarund - a bad mistake, as he swiftly slashes it open instead with his arming sword. The magical charge on the blade leaps into the elf's body, and it shudders and jerks as it drops, slain, to the uneven cobbled road.
The first unarmed elf, a wretch gaunt thing, sees this, and decides discretion is the better part of valour. It begins to flee into the forest, silently pumpig legs to get away as fast as possible.
The second unarmed elf lunges at Jarund. Claws scrape across his helm, but he shoves it away before it can claw up his face.
Rebalancing. Hoo yeah, that's needed.
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