Killing Landragor:
WIth a swift and silent move the Elf sneaks into the cave… .
In a natural reflection Elvenwind takes her perfumed handkerchief and put it graciously before her mouth and nose. A wetty warm cloud smacks into her so perfect face; leaving an odor of rotten flesh behind… “That Dragon better would do something towards his breath…, no wonder it’s a lonely ranger”.
Before anyone could notice a word of power slipped her beautiful lips; giving her sword a deadly precision. Half an inch before entering the hart; Elvenwind stops the attack.
After doing a standard checkup; she can’t but decide that this dragon is as dead as an earthworm… What a shame it would have been to kill a dead Dragon. That wouldn't look too smart …
As the wind; E. disappeared and as suddenly she went back with a defibrillation machine.
Ready…. Pie-ie-iep --- TOUFF; Clear? TOUFF; Clear ? TOUFF*
*bliep, bliep, bliep
“You know what Dragon; I’ll give you some recovering time; but know this; I will be back… if needed with a bunch of barbarian humans from Doomlord; … I hope we’ll have a fair battle later on my friend… so… I just have to say you 1 more thing:
“En Garde!”
Elvenwind (W3)