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In The Swamps; (P: Chazor)
Topic Started: Feb 22 2009, 02:20 PM (183 Views)
Chazor
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This boy was stronger than what he had given him credit for. The last being he had tried that against ended up writhing on the ground as his face burned down to nothing but bone. It was safe to say that since Chazor arrived he had wittled off a small portion of the gramarye population. He had mostly encountered orcs and peasents in the whole time he was here and all in all, he was unimpressed by the locals.

Seeing as the simpler tricks wouldn't work all that well, Chazor would resort to his usual habits. Which generally involved tearing his foes to ribbons with his sharp black claws. Chazor began to charge towards the man, churning up the water and splashing it around as he moved. He was relatively unhindered by the water which with his unclothed state and his four legs was a minor hindrence. As he charged forward his torso was kept perfectly level with his body, rearing his right arm back with the spear. In appearence he would have looked like a man on horseback readying a spear if one couldn't see the dragon like body attached to his torso.

As he neared the man he kept his spear ready and as he closed the distance between the two, he moved to throw his spear. His arm arced forward, the iron surface of the spear sliding free of his grip and soaring across the distance between them while he ran. His aim was no different than before, the spear flying towards the man's legs once again. He didn't stop when he left his spear free however, he continued to charge intending on attacking the man with his claws even if the spear missed.
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