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[Murkus]

Thessaloniki- In an APC

Narahar is punched suddenly and with prejudice! He survived, though; he's wearing a breastplate. That now has a large dent in it, and it probably broke several ribs. Narahar flew away from the punch into a nearby wall, and dropped his vampiric haste sickle. It's glowing with magic next to Teq's feet.

Narahar, after getting his breath back, starts chanting in Abyssal, praying for help from Dalachrech. As he does so, four large dragonfly wings made of dark grey light fade into existence behind him- his individual magical effect. It doesn't do anything; just looks pretty.

Knowing that picking up someone else's magical weapon always spells certain doom, Teq 'draws' his own. An ornate short-sword - glowing hot from the battery in its hilt - materializes in his hand. Rather than one double edged blade, it has two separate blades, each with a cutting edge facing outward. Apparently for the sake of a lighter weapon. One blade is longer than the other, while both are inscribed with a line of words in Common.

Without a whisper, Teq lunges toward Narahar so that he might plunge it into the priest's chest.