[color:"00cccc"]I looked over towards Kiya. She was exhausted from forcing the manticore to sleep. She cared too much, allthough not for me apparently. The best way to put that beast to sleep would be with a bullet. They were evil dammit! That one was also crazier that a sh*thouse rat. I just hope it'll distract Aganeth long enough to give us time to get past his spells.

Willow was looking worried. "What is it?" I asked. "Dqueene and Viper... we should help them... You also have to control your hostility towards Kiya"
"Hey, she started it! Anyway, lets see if we can get them out of the mess they're in then. Will you come? Can you be separated from Jolie?"
"Of course!" She replied a little testily. I grinned.
"Hey Jurak, let's disarm these traps!"
Jurak moved quickly, eager for something to do.

Suddenly I heard a cry for help. "Jolie!" Willow yelled and dashed in his direction.
"Dammit!" I muttered to Jurak. "What now?"
Kiya lay in the corner, almost unconcious. She'd be no use at the moment. We went on by into the cave where the group had gathered. We saw Jolie, surrounded by skeletons! Moving ones!

I whipped out my axe and brought it crashing down into one of the abominations. Lightning flashed and the bones flew apart. Jurak lopped the head off another with a precise blow....
The magic that summoned these undead was strong, only precise blows would destroy them. A skeletal blade narrowly missed my head. I rolled and chopped its legs off, it was still crawling though.
"Jolie! Where did these come from?"
"I read a line from the book of the dead! They just appeared!"
"Well make them un-appear then!"
"I'm trying!" Jolie cried, deflecting another blow.

Jurak was defending Willow. His razor-sharp sword cleaving bone easily. I saw Willow scrunch up her face in pure concentration, a skeleton crumbled to dust. That was impressive. Then she fainted from the effort. Not so impressive. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

I got between Jolie and the skeletons so he could read the book. I swung my axe again and lightniing sparked off a skeleton innefectively. It dodged most of the blow.....
"Hurry up there Jolie...." [/color]


" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin