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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 19:29:33 GMT -5
"Could use some help!" Crawley calls, trying to tear his sword away once again.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 19:30:58 GMT -5
Crawley jerks his sword free, and he sees fingers fly through the air. Then the man was behind him and he locked on arm around Crawley's neck. Choking him from behind with his arm across Crawley's throat.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 20:16:03 GMT -5
"Don't kill him for gods' sake!" Tomas yelled, reversing his previous stance on the matter.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 20:20:57 GMT -5
Crawley gags, reaches behind him for his assailant's balls, then squeezes hard.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 20:26:11 GMT -5
The man goes tense as his balls are crushed in Crawley's hand. His arm only locks tighter around the mans neck.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 20:33:43 GMT -5
His dirtiest tactics not yielding gains, Crawley tries something a bit more permanent. He pulls his knife from his belt and aims for a kneecap.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 20:37:49 GMT -5
The man screams, and his grip loosens enough that Crawley can suck in some air before he locks around his neck again. Weaker though, and his arm is shaking.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 20:43:17 GMT -5
His opponent weakened, Crawley tries to squirm out of his grip and pin the man to the ground.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 20:46:14 GMT -5
Crawley forced the man's arm off his throat with the hand that still held the dagger. The man behind him lowered his mouth to Crawleys neck and bit him as hard as he could.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 20:52:02 GMT -5
"Fuck!" Crawley shouts. He rips himself away, then punches the innkeep in the face, again and again and again.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 21:01:08 GMT -5
After the fifth blow the man falls to the ground, taking a chunk of flesh with Bayard with him.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 21:07:45 GMT -5
Crawley mutters curses that would make a sailor blush under his breath, then uses the hanging rope to hogtie the bleeding innkeep.
"Hey, asshole," Crawley calls out, meaning Tomas. "I got a live one, haul him up."
He picks up the torch and finally tries to get a good look at the surroundings of the room.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 21:09:51 GMT -5
The tunnel ahead of him is natural rock, and twists slowly out of his sight.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 21:12:51 GMT -5
Tomas groaned as he lifted the hogtied innkeep up the well, and deposited him on the floor above.
"What do you see? Should I come down?"
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 21:20:01 GMT -5
"It's a tunnel. Rock, not stone. Can't see how far it goes." Crawley peers ahead. "Come down, I ain't spelunking by myself."
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