the way , just barely , of the orc's heavy axe,
Krys turned and ran. Mad at herself for forgetting her
sword, she reached down and slid one dagger from its
hiding place. Calling back for Othello, she could tell
he was right behind her. Not stopping to pick
himup,she looked back and saw the orc following her.
"Well wonderful Krys".
Stopping,she turned and
faced the orc. Not sure what she was going to do,just
that she was going to do something. With dagger in
hand,she watched and waited for him to get closer, her
eyes never leaving his axe....
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