**Falthor's challenge was answered by a golden hawk, which dove screaming from the sky toward him.
The lion's mouth was no less substantial than its frame, though it seemed visibly unsettled by the attack.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**The knife cleft through the gold like butter. Behind him in the bushes, he heard a cry of pain.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Another loud cry, this one definitely from a large stand of scrubby-looking junipers.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**The dagger seemed to miss the magician, who leapt out of the bushes and darted into the woods again.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Not disappearing again. Falthor charged after him, trying to keep pace as he rushed into the woods. He leveled his crossbow laden arm at the man and fired for his calf area, a lucky hit to that area might slow him down.
**The bolt whizzed through his pants without hitting home, though the stumble and yelp of pain it accompanied suggested a grazing hit.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Noting the graze, Falthor sucked in a deep breath and pushed himself a little harder, trying to close the gap. If the combination of increased effort and Sesireth's stumble got him close enough he reached out and tried to snatch at anything he could to stop the man, be it clothes or hair.
I've really forgotten what this was about, so. They find a strange ruby amulet on Sesiroth's mangled body, and a very plain steel sword which may or may not have magical powers.
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Falthor took the sword, because clearly the swordsman already had one. And then he left, collecting his pay n this thread because man, I don't got time for that.
Alacritas time travelled back from the last post he made to collect that ruby amulet and pay. Or maybe that post was a time travel forward? But really, isn't all time, whether traversed commonly or in reverse, a linear experience?
The lion's mouth was no less substantial than its frame, though it seemed visibly unsettled by the attack.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Falthor took a second swipe at the bird, aiming to finish it off while he tried to pinpoint the source of the cry.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
The enforcer hurled one of his daggers into the juniper bush, following along behind it as fast as he could.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
I've really forgotten what this was about, so. They find a strange ruby amulet on Sesiroth's mangled body, and a very plain steel sword which may or may not have magical powers.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.