[color:"00cccc"]"It's now or never, Jolie..." With a loud heave-ho I yanked Jolie's swordhand plus sword towards the wizards chest - heard a sickening crunch - oops, dislocated arm? - and thrust it down, with all my might. Bending over the sword, holding on to Jolie's hand, I forced the sword deep into Aganeth's body... a last writhe - a groan - the wizard died. Jolie was still unconscious...
"There, my boy - that's it - you've had your revenge..." I wiped the green bloodsplatters out of my face and turned around - Fergie was there - alive, well and very badtempered, he had dug his 3 rows of razor blade sharp teeth into the wizard's leg, chewing at it, smashing bones and seeming to have a pretty good time. Brob opened his fangs.
"STOP IT, BROB, no one is impressed!" The basilisk whirled around and blew his poison cloud into Fergie's direction... The manticore let loose of his meal and gagged... Then its eyes fell on Womble. With a loud howl it raced into his direction, spitting, gasping and obviously on the lookout for a tasty dessert...
"Hey, you guys, do I have to finish off everything on my own?"
What would I give now for the R&P spell... gagging, doubling up and puking like hell... and trying to keep Brob focussed on me.
In spite of me feeling very sick, I crept over to the basilisk, fixing him with my eyes and started to hum...[/color]
