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"Hand over that which is-"
"What?"
Tar'ja turned around with a befuddled look.
The heart, which he had shoved into his right pant's pocket, let out a squirt of liquid at the very same moment he asked the question, as if it too was surprised by the voice of the intruder.
He was answered by Rayne's cry of pain, and then some equally loud and almost inhuman shrieks from the intruders that had entered whilst he had been rummaging through the chest. Obviously this was not the time for conversation.
Tar'ja licked his finger, as if testing the nonexistent wind within the crypt for a brief second while removing the axe from his belt, took careful aim while closing one eye and then threw the weapon directly at the Nord who was a considerable distance away.
The axe careened through the air, passing by Rayne with much room to spare, and embedded itself in the forehead of the Nord woman at the center of the group.
Not wasting a moment's time, Tar'ja charged towards the other two as Rayne prepared yet another counter spell. Reaching around to his back pocket, he produced a carrot and with the same accuracy as before threw it at the Breton male who had just began pulling out his two twin daggers. The carrot struck him dead center in the face, but did little to actually phase the yellow eyed man, who recoiled when it hit, but quickly recovered.
"They don't seem to carrot all elf!! I'm running out of options!" Tar'ja yelled over to Rayne, who still seemed to be at least partially recovering from the lightning attack, and none too happy about it either.
"What?"
Tar'ja turned around with a befuddled look.
The heart, which he had shoved into his right pant's pocket, let out a squirt of liquid at the very same moment he asked the question, as if it too was surprised by the voice of the intruder.
He was answered by Rayne's cry of pain, and then some equally loud and almost inhuman shrieks from the intruders that had entered whilst he had been rummaging through the chest. Obviously this was not the time for conversation.
Tar'ja licked his finger, as if testing the nonexistent wind within the crypt for a brief second while removing the axe from his belt, took careful aim while closing one eye and then threw the weapon directly at the Nord who was a considerable distance away.
The axe careened through the air, passing by Rayne with much room to spare, and embedded itself in the forehead of the Nord woman at the center of the group.
Not wasting a moment's time, Tar'ja charged towards the other two as Rayne prepared yet another counter spell. Reaching around to his back pocket, he produced a carrot and with the same accuracy as before threw it at the Breton male who had just began pulling out his two twin daggers. The carrot struck him dead center in the face, but did little to actually phase the yellow eyed man, who recoiled when it hit, but quickly recovered.
"They don't seem to carrot all elf!! I'm running out of options!" Tar'ja yelled over to Rayne, who still seemed to be at least partially recovering from the lightning attack, and none too happy about it either.