Jammers: Turn 13, Chapter 7 Summary

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IC:

Putting a hand on Freneth's shoulder, Dhebun steps quickly forward to
stand beside Nilaroo bringing his sword to bear on the nearest
native. the native easily parries his first thrust but responds with
a very clumsy counter-thrust with his own spear that sails two feet
above Dhebun's head.

Freneth scrambles back, away from the combat, giving Dhebun and
Nilaroo room to fight.

Nilaroo continues to fight, swinging his twohanded cleaver at the
native that wounded him. He lands a vicious blow into the warrior's
side, but it doesn't down him. The native warrior is quick and
skilled, and his own spear darts twice into Nilaroo's breats,
bruising blows that would have pierced the gromman's breast and lungs
easily were it not for his chainmail.

Another warrior joins him behind the quick one, using his spear above
his companion's shield-shoulder the two fall into a rhythm of
fighting that speaks of long experience against foes of Nilaroo's
size.

Holland points his index finger at the witchdoctor vexing Talus and
chants a short phrase. Three small black missiles of energy burst
from Holland's finger and curve around Talus' body to strike the
witchdoctor in rapid succession. The witchdoctor's body jerks
backwards slightly with each impact.

The witchdoctor falls back against the wall and slides to the ground
with a glazed expression on his face.

Sekeht looks at Kain's wounds, reaches to touch them but doesn't. "I
don't know what to do," he says. "Kain?" He slaps Kain lightly on the
cheek, hoping to wake him.

Bending over Allagan picks up one of the native's javelins in each of
his hands.  With a mighty heave Allagan throws one of the javelins at
a native. His javelin slams into one of the native's shoulder, but
doesn't down him.

Ferric continues to fire his bow at the natives on the end of the
balcony. Without looking away from his targets he says "Allagan, if
you have anything for Leera's poison best help her now." His arrows
kill another of the natives on the wall, striking him in the chest
and throat in quick succession.

Leera stands still, obviously focusing on her spell wall.

The wall's efficiency is demonstrated again as another volley of
javelins from the four natives still standing and free to do so hurl
them at the wall wildly, clearly unable to see those within.

Still being choked by the ghostly hands about his neck Talus turns
invisible again.

Raken battles on with his scimitar, slicing and dicing natives like a
Waan Iron Chef.  His scimiter finds his foe's neck, and blood
spurting the native drops. With his free hand he wipes the blood
splattered from the fallen native from his cheek and moves on to the
next. Between sword thrusts, Raken say "Ives!  Any idea how we
managed to  hack these guys off?  Nobody mentioned temple guards!"

Ives doesn't answer, his glaive gets caught against the wall for a
moment and for a brief moment he is defenceless as the natives before
him thrust with their spears in a coordinated attack. One of the
spears darts into a weak point in his armor and inflicts a painful
gash.

Freneth quickly grabs a coil of his thin rope, and ties it onto one
of his remaining javelins, while he keeps himself low, and out of the
way of incoming weapons.

All the skill in the world can do little against gargantuan strength
fueled by raw rage. Reacting on instinct from the pain in his chest
Nilaroo slashes with super-human strength at the neck of his foe,
cleaving the head from the body with ease. Before the body even
collapses Nilaroo's long arms are slashing back, repeating the move
against the warrior just behind him. Again the head is separated from
the body by sharp steel powered by simian muscles.

Dhebun grimly continues his assault, his sword thrusting savagely at
his opponent. "What wrong have we done you?" He shouts at his foe.
But before the badly burned native can answer Dhebun's sword has
found his heart.

Holland clenches his fist and then releases it, causing the small
flaming sphere to disappear.

Talus remains invisible.

Sekeht glances down the hallway. Seeing it empty, he returns his
attention to the battle, maintaining his cover while looking up to
the balcony for a warrior about to cast a javelin. Biting his lip, he
waves his hand  toward the weapon, knocking it from its path.

With a grunt Allagan throws his other javelin at the native he hit
before, slaying him.

Ferric continues to fire his bow at the natives on the end of the
balcony, dropping another with two arrows in the chest.

Leera continues to concentrate on her mist wall.

Raken continues battling with his scimitar, wounding his foe. But he
takes a nasty spear thrust in return.

Ives over balances trying to clear his glaive from the wall and falls
flat on his back. The slip is so unexpected both his foes miss him by
a mile with their spears.

Though the warriors fighting Ives and Raken continue to cut and
thrust those further back along the wall start throwing down their
weapons and shields and raising their hands in gestures of surrender.

Date/Time: 1:59 pm, 7th day of the 11th Month, 5049 OC
--
"We sleep safely in our beds, only because rough men stand guard in
the night, ready to visit violence upon those who would do us harm."
H.G. Wells.

Paul Westermeyer,  westermeyer.3@???.edu
Phd Candidate, History, Ohio State University
Instructor, Humanities, Columbus State Community College