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Our front-seeking ferocious doorkickers arrive like the tide following a twist in the path of the high heavens, too sudden and too quick to avoid. The slower members of our little band will trickle in now, but that's the way of things - the ones who pledge to go very first go very fast, and get the glory, but, alas, the danger in equal measure.
Which is all to say: It's good to see so many new masks for this particular Masquerade, and you will be joining quite shortly, but, if you did not opt to rush in as the very first feet last time, you can't join the flash-advance right now. How would you? By definition, it's already left, faster than you!
So Lagomorpheus, Mock, Waxworm and Fourth Dusk find themselves alone on the field for one full spinning of the gyre and then the rest of our storied band can arrive. No doubt in the very nick of time, for judging by the stance of that door-guard, <span class="mu-s">these</span> Slicerats know how to fight. They're not simple ruffians in Rinik's long employ. No, look at them. They're... trusted men. Handpicked rats. Well-fed rats. Little scavengers, banners and bandanas and bloody hands from menacing mean work.
That one near the door, glaring off against Waxworm, takes the first hit on his raised arms and then with his other, clear for the moment, he draws a <span class="mu-s">knife</span>. His opponent is armed. It's only the fairer way of the world.
Waxworm, entirely focused on the battle at hand, decides to ...
... Immediately lower his guard and get absorbed in the fluttering of the story-tellers cape? Well, it's a tactic, perhaps, although not one apt to leave your lungs in one piece given the precipitous speed of a knife-fight.[/i:lit]
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