(Character: Todzuallen) Good luck, valiant fighter! May your blade strike true! The guardian of the games yells 'Todzuallen has entered the arena!' Ok. A forested arena The sound of a twig snapping in the distance perks every ear to attention. How close was that? It seemed ever so close, but in this quiet forest, one can never tell. One thought is prevailing - around this next corner could be one of the enemy. Keeping this in mind, it's best to keep moving. Exits: east south southeast Ok. (1776/1859) [58] |-5| :se A forested arena Exits: north east south west up down northeast northwest southeast southwest (1776/1859) [58] |-5| :murder 0.ben They aren't here. Your vision descends to the material plane. (1776/1859) [58] |-5| :s murder 0.ben A forested arena Exits: north east west A large sack has been left here. (3) (Invis) (Hide) (White Aura) Benozzo is standing here. (1776/1859) [58] |-5| :Benozzo yells 'Help! I am being attacked by Todzuallen!' You undo your cloak from around your body revealing your equipment. Your blast misses Benozzo. Your blast _maims_ Benozzo! Benozzo parries your attack. Your blast _maims_ Benozzo! (1776/1859) (58) ST |-5| S: Benozzo fades into existence. Benozzo's slice hits you! You parry Benozzo's attack. You parry Benozzo's attack. Your blast _demolishes_ Benozzo! Benozzo parries your attack. Your blast _demolishes_ Benozzo! (1697/1859) (58) ST |-5| S:grasp You really shouldn't do this to another player... Benozzo's deathrattle fills the air as you drain his life... Your suspiric grasp _maims_ Benozzo! (1697/1859) (56) ST |-5| S: Benozzo DISARMS you! (1697/1734) (56) ST |-5| S: Benozzo's slice hits you! Benozzo's slice tears you! Benozzo's slice hits you! Your shield of flame injures Benozzo! The eldritch sphere about you winks from existence. Benozzo parries your attack. Benozzo parries your attack. Your blast _maims_ Benozzo! Benozzo is DEAD!! Benozzo catches his guts in his hands as they pour through his fatal wound! The guardian of the games yells 'Benozzo has fallen to the ground!' (1476/1734) [56] |-76| 11: The guardian of the games yells 'Fenrir has fled arena!' (1476/1734) [56] |-76| 11:wear vio You grasp onto the weapon, a violent death waiting to happen...