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...till he does eventually rear up and slam back into the ground against you to escape your grip.
Struggling to his feet in a delirium of pain and anger though, he blindly swipes about for unseen enemies and staggers aimlessly for some paces and moments longer before collapsing in cinders and dirt of the burned camp. Tyne picks you up to safety, as you watch the soldiers gather after the downed warrior and repeatedly attack him to deliver the killing blows.
<span class="mu-b">"Come, let's... let us return..."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"...no. I'm not finished yet."</span>
The paladin would have carried you back to town, the soldiers to follow after finishing the bloody work, but you struggle to free yourself from Tyne's arms. Bruised and bloody, some actual injuries to your divine person rather than just fleeting "wounds" temporarily dealt by mortals... it's been an age upon an age since you were brought this low. The unfamiliar sensations of uncertainty and divine pain, are strange and scary to you. But for all the exhaustion and injury, your resolve still burns as strong as it ever had.
You still have something to do, still have a wrong to right...
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...on second thought, maybe it could be wise to know when you've done enough? Unable to be dissuaded by your allies, you gathered what strength you had left and continued your pursuit of the elves. Although the enemy forces were in retreat now and there weren't any northmen left to impede you from getting at the long-eared abhumans, you ran up against an obstacle you hadn't anticipated.
<span class="mu-r">"-agh... this is a bit much... even for me..."</span> you mutter to yourself, bristling with many arrows.
<span class="mu-s">"Let's go lads! To her!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"We are coming, Zafira!"</span>
The good news is that because of your relentlessness, you were able to catch the enemy before they could retreat from the field entirely. The bad news is, that they are covering their retreat. Withdrawn from the sacked encampment outside the town walls, to the fields beyond and eventually the forested outskirts, you pursued the elves and paid for it with an arrow for each step of the way. Of course none of these can truly harm you like the partially-divine warrior did, these are mere mortal (and abhuman at that) attacks. However just on a simple physical basis, even if the arrows can't kill you, having them lodged in your body between muscles and sinews and bone... not to mention through your head and eyes... it's becoming increasingly difficult to keep up the pursuit. Less and less are you chasing after the elves, and more like struggling to stagger after them.
