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The individual in black armor stopped, giving Kyonos an opportunity to eye the weapon and the armor more carefully. By the looks of it, the sword was that flimsy Elven Steel. The armor was probably the same. Even with the armor, the interloper presented a dainty physique. That's two reasons to think it was an Elf. Bad enough to be listening to a battle that cannot be seen, now this thing in a metal cacoon shows up to complicate things even more. Then the outstretched arm holding the sword was lowered slowly. Finally the sword was down. As Kyonos was trying to decide whether or not to cleave open the armor, the black armor thing raised it's left hand pointing to the sound of battle.
Whether the sword was pointed at him or not, the Dwarf was ready for a fight. He had not been in a good fight since that Dracon in Paxia. The Dwarf stepped forward and asked, "Why all that metal around you? Why is your face covered? Are you that ugly? Instead of pointing, try talking. Who are you and what are you doing here? You don't look like you belong in Zerdargia.
"Speak up!"
Both his Battle Axe and War Hammer were still at the ready.
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A Dwarf is capable of doing anything when he sets his mind to it.
Retired 09/19/08
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