Post by Alexander on Feb 6, 2014 9:37:39 GMT -5
::The once quiet air was filled with the sounds of battle as the party continued to fight against these twisted elves.
The elf that had fallen from the tree due to Alexander's magic lay still and unmoving. Thick dark blood oozing from multiple wounds and its neck bent at an angle painful to look at.
Deerfield gripped the elf he was holding close too him as the long thin thorns scraped at his armor and pierced his flesh like nails. It hurt to move now, but he was able to break more of them off. Each bringing a wince of pain from the elf he was grappling with. Too close to use his own sword, the elf gives a mighty heave to get Deerfield off his feet and twists towards a nearby tree. As Deerfield's blow from the hilt of his sword strikes the brow of the elf, the elf took fast steps forward to slam Deerfields back against the trunk of the tree. The result was both were now dazed as the air left Deerfields lungs in a rush, and the elf was seeing stars and blood.
Alexander spun at hearing Miroslaw's warning just in time to see the arrows fly and strike home. A second arrow joined the first in the elf's leg just above the kneecap and sending the elf down to his knees with a scream of pain and rage. The other shot hit home near the elbow of the arm that waived the sword and brought another scream as the weapon fell from his hands. As Alexander and Miroslaw watch, they see Zalini rush in with an arrow in his shoulder, but determination in his eyes as he strikes a heavy blow against the elf's jaw that sends him to the ground, unmoving.
This is followed by the hum of an arrow in flight and Alexander lets out a painful cry as he drops to a knee, holding his thigh where an arrow now was.
The elf still in the tree had struck again, but by now he had fired enough shots that his rough location was noticable. ((ie. About what tree at about what height. But not specific...))::
The elf that had fallen from the tree due to Alexander's magic lay still and unmoving. Thick dark blood oozing from multiple wounds and its neck bent at an angle painful to look at.
Deerfield gripped the elf he was holding close too him as the long thin thorns scraped at his armor and pierced his flesh like nails. It hurt to move now, but he was able to break more of them off. Each bringing a wince of pain from the elf he was grappling with. Too close to use his own sword, the elf gives a mighty heave to get Deerfield off his feet and twists towards a nearby tree. As Deerfield's blow from the hilt of his sword strikes the brow of the elf, the elf took fast steps forward to slam Deerfields back against the trunk of the tree. The result was both were now dazed as the air left Deerfields lungs in a rush, and the elf was seeing stars and blood.
Alexander spun at hearing Miroslaw's warning just in time to see the arrows fly and strike home. A second arrow joined the first in the elf's leg just above the kneecap and sending the elf down to his knees with a scream of pain and rage. The other shot hit home near the elbow of the arm that waived the sword and brought another scream as the weapon fell from his hands. As Alexander and Miroslaw watch, they see Zalini rush in with an arrow in his shoulder, but determination in his eyes as he strikes a heavy blow against the elf's jaw that sends him to the ground, unmoving.
This is followed by the hum of an arrow in flight and Alexander lets out a painful cry as he drops to a knee, holding his thigh where an arrow now was.
The elf still in the tree had struck again, but by now he had fired enough shots that his rough location was noticable. ((ie. About what tree at about what height. But not specific...))::