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Nothing’s changed–the mage is still the dangerous one here! And if you can land a one-two punch with Tzah-Tzie…
Nope, no time to contemplate! Dashing at the mumbling Mzz'goe'virr as if to attack, you immediately regret your decision when you sense not one, not two, but <span class="mu-i">THREE</span> limbs rushing to greet you! Christ, what <span class="mu-i">ARE</span> these guys!?
You were gonna limbo again, but in your hastiness you just kinda hop and jerk to the side like a kid playing dodgeball for the first time! Though you feel something sharp and serrated cleave through the back of your robe, you manage to slip through–your momentum carrying you towards the now <span class="mu-i">very</span> wide-eyed mage like a blue-eyed bullet!
“Ach! Gebagg’ere, yer’ drippen-runner mealy belly!” Snarls Squinty as he trundles after you! “Loogalive, boyo–troublin’scomern!”
You have no idea what Squinty’s screaming at you or his chum, but that just makes it scarier, in your opinion! Furiously chanting as he stands his ground, the Durher mage’s pupils become pinpricks as you close the gap just as Tzah-Tzie sets up behind him! Poor guy, you think as you brandish your <span class="mu-b">CURVED BLADE</span>’s pommel like a blackjack, guess he can’t move and ca-
A dismissive chuckle hops off your lips just as your ears pop and the air around you turns ice cold! Snickering behind a Cheshire grin, the mage brings both hands forward to stick a spear of ice through your chest!
“HEH! Nice hustle, mac, but it’s <span class="mu-i">SNOW</span> use-”
Shoulda gone with the cone of cold again. With a quick pirouette that in hindsight seems a bit unnecessary, you deftly duck to the side of the spell and use your spinning momentum to clock the caster upside the head!
Well, that’s the <span class="mu-i">PLAN</span>, anyways. As your blade’s pommel reaches what you <span class="mu-i">assume</span> is where the gangster’s head is, it’s met with an invisible force–not that anything here is visible, really, but you get the point. Pushing against you like two magnets of the same polarity, the force gives you one hell of a fight, but it’s not enough!
Well, <span class="mu-i">almost</span>. Feeling your blow break through, your attack still goes wide as the nimble ne’er-do-well hops backwards with foxlike agility and a derisive ‘<span class="mu-i">HEH!</span>’
“Gotta try harder than that!” He croons, moments before something unwieldy and vaguely wooden connects with the back of his head!
‘<span class="mu-s">KABOOOOONG!</span>’
>CONTD.
