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Post by dracenstein on Nov 22, 2011 19:53:31 GMT
Dracenstein has watched a lot of cartoons. He knows exactly what to do.
He drops a Grand Piano on top of Darra's head.
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Post by darrelljoyce on Nov 24, 2011 10:33:59 GMT
Darra thinks Dracenstein has bitten off more than he can chew. Recovering instantly from the puny attack, he rears up to his full height and uses his extensive knowledge of arcane magic to conjure up a lethal-looking scimitar. Pouncing on Drac before he realises that his foe still lives, the murderous magician gives vent to a feral screech that cuts through the night air, then swoops in with a swift blow that cleaves Drac's head in twain. A further expert strike severs what remains of the head so that the pieces fly away in a shower of blood, landing in a forgotten corner of the arena. Darra watches the headless body twitch reflexively for a few moments, and smiles with satisfaction when it collapses lifelessly to the dusty floor.
Darra adjusts his crown and wonders if any will venture forth to challenge him.
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