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| Falcas Durrall | Tue Nov 25, 2008 11:23 pm Post #16 |
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Falacas snorted as she leapt behind him. He wasn't quick enough to dodge her elbow, but that mattered little. It connected with solid muscle, doing an amazingly small amount of damage to the stocky dwarf. Chuckling, he poked a tongue out at her. “I've had worse bug bites. It's going to take more than that to hurt a man of the stone!” He bellowed at her in good humor. Her chop, meant for his neck, instead was blocked by his rather sturdy forehead. Many people had strong bones, and the forehead was among the strongest. But hitting a dwarf was like hitting a steel plate. He nipped at her hand and brought his shield in low while she was close, making a stomp at one of her feet to stop her escaping. Falcas took a swing at her with a smile wide on his face. “Ye couldn't sting a butterfly, woman.” He blew a raspberry at her cheerily. Charging, he sent his axe ahead of him, a spinning blade of death. Falcas bounced, set to ram his forehead into her kneecap. |
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