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Post by John on Aug 30, 2008 14:36:10 GMT -5
The old door splintered into a fine spray of wood. Some chunks were just powder, but others were as thick as a man's fist, and jagged to boot. Upon the impact Byrd's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground silently. John turned from his corpse and lowered himself to the floor next to the bed. John extended his arms under the bed, feeling around for his lost axe. Byrd opened his eyes, but still didn't see anything. He moved his sleeve to his eyes, wiping away the blood that had collected there. He stood silently, still bewildered from the blow. He turned around, and to his surprise saw his enemy, lying prone on the floor, ignorant to Byrd's existence.
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Post by Lan on Sept 1, 2008 12:52:34 GMT -5
((watch out john!  )) |
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Post by John on Sept 1, 2008 12:58:54 GMT -5
John was feeling around under the bed when he felt something heavy drop onto his back. He felt a stinging pain in his arms as Byrd began to slash frantically. John withdrew his arms and rolled onto his back, catching Byrd's arm in his hand just before the little man jammed his sword through John's skull. John held the man's sword arm at bay while he looked around frantically for some solution. His axe was too far behind the bed for him to reach in this position. He ran his hand across the floor looking for some kind of savior. Then he found it. He grabbed hold of a large, jagged chunk of broken door. John lifted the splinter, and in one swift motion jammed it into Byrd's soft, exposed throat.
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