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[b][u]Cuttersbury – Trail towards Drych Lake[/b][/u]

[i] "So.. err... we've got more company..."[/i]

“Wonderful. It’s like a party!” Lute quipped as the other Guilder warned him. He stepped back and brandished his sword once again, waiting for the varren to lunge at them. Like what he did earlier, the virtuoso shifted to a loose stance with his blade at the ready in the same way someone playing baseball would look. Jett withdrew his weapon too, and to be honest Lute expected something flashy and magical. The newbie didn’t disappoint by showing off a bright scarlet… yo-yo? Ohhhhhh… kay? Whatever swings your boat, I guess? It [i]was[/i] unusual, but maybe a bit impractical concerning their current situation? Ah, whatever.

“A party where drunk guests show up uninvited and wearing nothing but their smallclothes, that is,” he added as the little beastie jumped up in the air, its vulnerable belly exposed as it extended its claws to rake at his face. Lute drove the pommel of his sword into the creature’s stomach and it fell down with a comical squeal, landing flat on the ground with its spikes stuck through the soil. It seemed pretty upset… But hey, anybody would be upset if you slapped them on the tummy. However, the virtuoso wasn’t fast enough to avoid getting hit by another flying varren. Poor Lute was bowled a few steps back, tripping backwards [i]over[/i] Jett, and he ended up falling on his butt as more of the creatures appeared from underground. 

“Whatever you were about to do with that yo-yo, do it now!” Lute screeched as two new attackers pounced upon him and began slashing. With his sword held out in front of him, his face was safe from gashes and wounds (at least for now) but he still needed some time to get up to his feet.