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Saruman attacks you with his Staff!... ...and he hits! Ouch!
Sparks agian fly from the Uruk-hai's body. He thrown nearly ten feet by the blow. He looks down at his armor, but there isn't a mark, though it is heated enough to blister his skin underneath. His side aches, internal organs being bruised. His innards have never felt such pain before, and he wretches, throwing up blood. Weakly, he faces the wizard again. One arm is useless, and the same side midsection has been battered to bits, but you can't help but notice his armor is still in perfect condition. The fact he still stands at all is a marvel. This is no ordinary Uruk-hai, this is Gundhosh, ally of the Balrog, Bane of Jeazog, and slayer of Umrok. He charges, using his one good hand to attempt a diagional slash across Saruman's neck. Black ichor stains his face where he threw up, and his single eye is full of a animal frenzy.
You attack Saruman with your Short Broadsword... Saruman dodges your attack.
Saruman stands unflinching, amused at the orcs continued attempts of killing him. The amusement is but a shield preventing his anger from taking complete control. The staff's head still flaming, Saruman advances. The red flames have turned to white and in opposition to this, the robes turn a deep crimson. The Master of Isengard intends to burn away the traitors will and body, targeting the same exact spot as before. Like cattle being marked by its owner.. The prodding attack continues without delay. Saruman's eyes launch a similar assault, cold and merciless they meet attempt to lock on yours and hold them while the fire-brand feasts.V Saruman attacks you with his Staff!... ...and he hits! Ouch!
Gundhosh spins to avoid the attack, but only succeeds in getting hammered in the back with white brand. Burning flesh can be smelled as the albino's skin is melted, oozing like cheese though the chinks in his mail. He screams, screams like he never has before. The blood curdling sound is filled with anguish, suffering, and hate. Hate like few living creatures have known. But he lives. The Hai lives. Astounded by himself for his resiliance, the Raven believes he can actually win. He recovers his balance, and his broken body is made to slash at the old man's face, hoping beyond ope to make his mark on here, at the end.
You recklessly attack Saruman with your Short Broadsword... Your attack against Saruman mildly wounds him!
Continuing in his advance, not caring to even attempt thwarting his attackers strikes, Saruman is grazed. If Saruman has no concern for his own well-being then his robes think otherwise, or so it would seem.. perhaps it is nothing more than the man's forward movement which caused the fabric to crease and flow, entangling the sword. The blow lands not on the Wizard's face but on his shoulder, where the robes lead it. Despite what might at first have seemed a determined attack, its recipient shows no visible signs of pain or damage. The oversized and burning prod presses on, extended fingers of fire reaching out to touch the armoured abdomen of its mark.
Saruman attacks you with his Staff!...
Defeated, you drop Deathdisha to the ground... ...and he hits! Ouch!
Already weakened by the previous onslaughts, there is little left of the Chieftain but an empty shell. The wounded husk hobbles along as if on strings. The puppet of the Balrog makes it's stand here. *TWACK* The staff connects again. The hollow eyes of the Uruk-hai blink, and for a second time, become clear. He smiles, his mouth opens a bit, black blood pours out his mouth like a waterfall as he gurggles, "Thank... you... I am.... free." He slumps to the ground, his side shattered. The armor did little to stop the attack this time, the ball entering the metal like a comet into the atmosphere. A huge burning crater is left in it's wake. Though this gaping hole in Gundhosh's armor and flesh, anything that was once alive in his body spills though it onto the stone floor.
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