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Date Posted: 15:40:11 01/19/02 Sat
Author: Fifth
Subject: "What that?"
In reply to: Snowy Offender 's message, "A new player leapt into the fray now..." on 13:21:46 01/16/02 Wed

Fifth shook, his ears flapping in the wind, his orbular eyes threatening to freeze in their sockets as they darted back and forth, scouring the landscape for their barely-seen opponent. Almost mercifully, the damage wrought upon his once great mind by the yoke of Purge's command left him with a weakened short term memory, and his recent brush with death was already fading in the wake of this new assault.

Purge had described Ice Comp as a wasteland--if nothing else the words of his master clung to Fifth's subconscious more permanently than his own thoughts. And yet first the Paleguard found Rana, whose lengthy dialogue had set Fifth thinking about his past and his future, before a second arrival, the white beast, had tipped the tenuous balance of his ruminations. Fifth sniffed the air. Certainly enough, and far to quickly, the Paleguard faced the Manarian wizard alone once more.

"You do this? Conjuring baaad...mawthter no like. You oppose nature, you oppose Paleguard. Any order, even one against the natural order, is still not chaos. Fifth not sure what that mean but certain mawthter Purge does.

Why you here? Why send furry red-eye thing at Paleguard? Speak so gentle, so soothing, Fifth not want to hurt....but Fifth do what mawthter would dictate. You or Fifth, Fifth choose YOU."

Fifth leapt again, hurtling his own body at the field surrounding Rana. As when the snow-beast had collided, there was a similar flash of energy, and a similar result. Fifth toppled backward into a snowdrift and disappeared, a small plume of black smoke marking his position. A pair of gauntleted exoskeletonal hands lifted the pathetic creature, who whimpered in Cortex' grasp. Inside the field Rana knew it was only a matter of time before Braddock, Coba or the others penetrated his spell. Two assaults in too short a period, and none having time to react to his words. The creature had not been his conjuring and, if it returned with others and overwhelmed the Paleguard, what chance would he have? And if he fell, what chance would remain for Mercado and the others in Dah'Li? He looked into Fifth's sad eyes and saw naught but a blank stare. This one would break before he bent, a slave to the damnable Khadarin crystal just as the rest...

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She felt as though she had stood there for a year... -- Coba, 13:34:21 01/21/03 Tue