[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] Galloping back, Zarif loaded a second bolt into his crossbow, the device creaking as he wound it back. These crossbows were strange machines, slower and less elegant than a bow, though its power make up for his admittedly weak arm. It was said they came from some wonderous golden kingdom to the east, thousands of leagues away. Zarif very much doubted that, after all, he'd traveled across the whole world to reach [i]this[/i] so-called "golden" kingdom of Akkad, though it was hardly shined more than the endless desert he and Salador had crossed together. And besides... there was likely little world left further east. Go too much further, and you were like to fall right off!

[b]Zarif:[/b] Oi, You are as slow as clouds drifting over the summer sky eh! You may be of thanking me for leaving some for the rest of you!

He flashed a shit-eating grin down at Siris as he passed. The poor soldier had just managed to catch up, as Salidor wheeled around, an audible [b][i]click[/i][/b] sounding as the bold was readied. In a heartbeat, the two were bounding off once again, a bolt trained straight at the throat of another horseman, deaf to whatever poor Siris was squacking at him.

Afterwards he turned back and rode towards the main Hellion host, gritting his teeth and tensing in preparation for another of the priest's "sermons".

[center][sub][i]Zarif attacks twice, and defeats Lance Cavalier #2, earning 20xp, and moves to N-25[/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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