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Lynwerd, at last! Better late than never, my dear King of Nyrond! Rallied by the timely intervention of an ally he'd been desperate to see arrive upon the battlefield, Artur gets his boots under him, still wobbly from the dizzying crash. Laying hands upon the maimed kirin, the crusader king regenerates Ju-Kahn's hindquarters and the mighty dragon horse also springs up, ready to bear its royal ally about the battlefield once more.
Stunned from being violently hurled to the grassy soil when his kirin steed's rear half was transmuted into salt crystal by Iuz's Serpentine Sword of Desiccation, King Artur writhes sluggishly, struggling to gather his wits. A heavy thud of a ponderous cloven hoofbeat sounds near to his ringing, helmeted head, but his visor is clogged with sod .... He is that something large has moved so that he now wallows helplessly in its shadow ....
Buzzing with righteous wrath, the paladin-king of Furyondy readies to smite the Lord of Evil as soon as his galloping kirin steed, Ju-Kahn, gets him within lance's reach! There's the Old One, Ju-Kahn! Let us send him to the Abyss with this lance through his cancerous heart!! Seeming to win the initiative against the towering cambion, the kirin Ju-Kahn streaks past Iuz like a bolt of lightning, and the king's lance seems to plunge through the Evil One's chest, causing his great form to quiver and flap like a flag in the wind. Blast your bloody figments, coward!, swears King Artur as he realizes too late the Old One's deception .... |
