**The dart... bounced off. The great cat turned to them, and roared with a strangely fragile, crystalline tone.**
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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.
**There were a couple fist-sized rocks on the ground, though some of them actually appeared to have the same slightly odd appearance that the lion did.**
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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.
**Both bounced off, apparently harmlessly. The lion roared again, but did not 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.
Alacritas advanced with him, though his form had none of Falthor's friendly nature. "Perhaps. I advise against provoking the beast without a weapon draw, Falthor."
**At that moment, the lion leapt at Alacritas, glittering arms raised.**
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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 reacted instinctively, launching himself sideways and letting his shoulder carry his weight. If he timed it right his attack would meet the lion's flank and throw it off course.
**Falthor felt as though he had slammed into a boulder, but did not appreciably alter its course.
The sword connected with the lion like steel on stone, knocking the blade from his hand and emitting a loud clang as the beast narrowly sailed over him.**
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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.
Alacritas hit the ground on his side, uttering a stifled "oomph". He immediately propped himself up to his knees with his left hand, while throwing out his right to catch the home-guiding Falcon's Fury, an instinct he developed during the Greevan tournament.
**The sword flew back to his hand as the lion slowly, lumberingly began to turn around. Behind them, there was more laughter from an undetectable source.**
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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.
**His blade once again slammed into the stone, not making a dent as the lion growled.**
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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- Sesireth! I heard you offered challenges for duels. I didn't realise you merely hide in the shadow allowing stone beasts to do your work for you!
Falthor- I am already fed up of this summoner.
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- ... why would he summon stones? This is strange.
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 began pacing towards the lion, hands low to show no ill intent.
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 sword connected with the lion like steel on stone, knocking the blade from his hand and emitting a loud clang as the beast narrowly sailed over him.**
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 regained his footing and spent a minute shaking the arm, trying to get the feeling back after barging into such a solid object.
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- How are we supposed to fight a lion made of stone?
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.