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PostPosted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:43 pm 
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Willoughby carefully selects the most isolated hyena of the milling eight.

There is a brief, bowler-hatted flash of black, a glimpse of a short, lunging figure striking in perfect form. The back hipbone of a zombie hyena is shattered with a sudden crack, and Willoughby has sunk back into the shadows long before the zombie can turn to face its attacker, dragging itself forward on its forelimbs.

For a minute, only Amertine's questions and the soft clicking of the zombie hyena bones break the silence of the road. Then there is another crack, and then another.


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 2:52 pm 
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From a vantage point high up in the air, Ametrine is able to see the zombie hyenas fall apart, one by one. He watches amazed and agape, until he noticed the blur.

Finally aware of where Mr. Willoughby is, Ametrine continues to watch amazed and agape.


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 4:56 pm 
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Willoughby casually destroys the jaw of a hyena, and fades away. A few seconds later, another hyena's front leg is broken.

From Amertine's vantage point, Willoughby's strategy is obvious: with each strike, he forces the dazed zombies closer together, driving them into a single wary group.

And then he is standing before them, poised, gazing calmly into the mass. For a second, it is a bizarre tableau: a short, white-haired butler, arm outstretched, presenting an ornate silver pitcher to a pack of decaying hyenas. Abruptly, Willoughby flicks his wrist, spattering the zombies with the contents of the pitcher— clear, sparkling water.


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 8:05 pm 
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The zombie hyenas, finally given a clear target to attack, leap for Mr. Willoughby - straight into the incoming water. The front lines are instantly obliterated, corrupted flesh boiling away like snow in an oven. Those a little further back are not quite so cleanly demolished; they manage to drag themselves forward a few more feet before collapsing, seared holes in their hide slowly expanding until there's more hole than substance to them.

In just a few moments more, there is nothing but a pile of clean, white, non-animated bones between the butler and the single remaining hyena. Not that the survivor is in much condition to fight; its skull lies on the ground before it, and one of its front legs is missing below the elbow. Still, it seems unaware of these limitations, and, after regaining its balance, charges blithely forward across the remains of its fellows.


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 8:39 pm 
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It's not clear what has happened to the pitcher, but Willoughby stands and watches the creature totter towards him, his hands folded over a slim, unadorned black cane. His face is impassive, even grim, but his eyes betray a glint of amusement.

When the zombie gets within range, he slowly raises his cane and then gives the hyena a heavy blow to its side, knocking it over. The impassive face watches it long enough to feel confident that it won't get up again.

Willoughby folds his hands over the cane once more, gazes distantly at the pile of bones, and waits for Amertine.


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 9:24 pm 
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Ametrine flies back down after the battle. After several false starts, and finally closing his mouth, he simply states, "That was amazing!"

Only once they begin travelling again does Ametrine relay a verbal description of the battle. Epic, with plently of loud and inaccurate sound effects, an overembellishment of Ametrine's roll, and several guesses as to the contents of the pitcher (only one of which is lemonade).


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 9:47 pm 
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"Good heavens, Amertine, how you exaggerate! Why, I'm only a servant!" says Willoughby, smiling.

"I very greatly appreciate your assistance. Now, the horse should be a short ways down the road... they don't usually run off, they're pretty well trained..."


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 10:44 pm 
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The horse can, indeed, be found a short distance off, calmly grazing.

However, it's not five minutes travel further down the road when it balks, reluctant to travel further. Perhaps this has something to do with the large black panther lounging in a tree by the roadside...

It's just one thing after another, today, isn't it?


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PostPosted: Tue May 22, 2007 11:27 pm 
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"Kitty!" says Ametrine. "I've seen them before. The big ones are kind of rough, but if you get a good grip on them, they'll soon take to petting. Also, I found out my barrel needs air holes. Totally unrelated."

Ametrine flies toward the Panthera and attempts to wrestle it into a position so that it can't bite or scratch him, but he can rub its back.


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PostPosted: Wed May 23, 2007 10:09 am 
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As you approach the "kitty", you see that this is not, in fact, a normal cat of the sort you're familiar with. For one thing, it's a bit larger. For another, it appears to have six legs, and a pair of tentacles sprouting from its shoulders.

"Good morning," it says. "You wouldn't happen to know why I'm here, would you?" Its tone is one of honest curiousity, not that of a large predator asking a trick question of its intended meal.


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