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« Reply #15 on May 21, 2008, 8:36am » | |
All about her Sahra could hear moans of dismay and racking coughs. She clung to her husband with a spastic grip, barely aware of him turning and picking her up in his arms. Coherent thought fled and she began to panic like a drowning swimmer.
Keesha cursed silently. Then aloud. Her hold on the efreeti slipped like a feather in the wind. Nothing she could do about that now. With wave and a word, she tried to dispel the foul magic that enveloped her and her friends.
Keesha cursed herself this time. The smoke remained--she'd underestimated her opponent.
"Omar! Move to the door you..." Mabruk yelled, the frustration in her voice clear and rising. "Saleh! Kill them now, now, now!"
"As your most loyal and faithful servant, I hear and obey," replied the efreeti from somewhere in the darkness. "Hmmm... They seem to be hiding in this smoke..."
The darkness disappeared and the air was suddenly fresh and breathable again.
"That's better," the flaming head said, revealing a wide toothy grin. "Now, which one shall I kill first," it mused.
"Nooo!" screamed Lady Mabruk, her face a red contorted mask of pure rage.
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« Reply #16 on May 21, 2008, 11:57am » | |
Confounded by the sight of Mabruk, whom Waleed had thought he had defeated just moments ago, made the Air Binder change the manner of his attack. All but exhausted of his magical powers, Waleed drew his never used masterwork Bulad scimitar, called out to his followers, "Girls, Mamoun, with me on Mabruk!" And launched his concerted attack on the foul woman.
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« Reply #17 on May 21, 2008, 12:02pm » | |
Still holding Sahra in a protective grasp, Ya'qub begins muttering a new enchantment, this time centered on Waleed's blade. Rather than simply heating it up, he envisions binding magical flames around it, thus increasing its lethality.
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« Reply #18 on May 27, 2008, 10:18pm » | |
“You have caused my mistress much distress, firstborn!” roared the efreeti. One of its disembodied hands flashed forward striking Keesha an open palm blow that sent her sprawling into the low wall at the terrace edge.
Keesha gasped for air, peering through the short pillars at the waking city below. Her eyes didn't register the bustling market or blinding sunrise, her only thoughts were of survival. Rolling to a crouch, she readied another spell.
Alexandros prayed silently to Hajama to guide his sword as he rose up behind the flaming efreeti. He was rewarded with a furious roar as his blade struck true. Alexandros immediately pulled back to strike again but the creature had disappeared in a spin of black smoke.
“Behind you!” yelled Maher.
Alexandros spun around. The flaming face before him was a mask of anger that mouthed soundless words... Alexandros could hear only the pounding of his heart in his chest.
Sahra stared as Waleed and his servants charged the sorceress, spreading out in a fluid flanking maneuver. Waleed stutter-stepped when his scimitar burst in to flames, but recovered quickly and struck viciously at Lady Mabruk. Whatever battle cry he'd shouted served neither to intimidate nor encourage- the terrace had been blanketed in magical silence. Still Waleed's scimitar fell true. Sahra saw it connect with Mabruk's neck just above the gold Misr band she wore there. The flash of blue light that came from the same band must have saved the sorceress, for though she fell, she did not bleed.
At that moment, three more of Batul's guards burst onto the terrace and threw themselves on to the growing pile of people pinning the thrashing sorceress, whatever foul curses, spells, and cries she yelled thwarted by the continuing heavy silence.
Sahra saw a “pleased with herself” looking Noora brushing her disheveled hair from her eyes. Sahra then turned her gaze back to the fray and saw young Omar grasp his mother's pinned hand and remove a red and black ring from her finger.
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« Reply #19 on May 27, 2008, 10:29pm » | |
Not sure how long the silence spell would last, Waleed swung his closed fist at Mabruk's silent screaming face, seeking to strike her unconscious.
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