From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: [blade] Sir Tyrone vs. Coyote (Round Three)
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 22:55:57 GMT


     Tyrone dived out of the way of Coyote's latest attack, and cursed as the
Werewolf evaded  his answering swing.  This was getting nowhere.  Tyrone's
longer reach with his Great Sword perfectly balanced Coyote's superior 
agility and silver claws and fangs.  Tyrone needed an edge.  As he dodged yet
another attack, the Wererabbit tried to think about any weaknesses the mutated
Guardsman would have.  Obviously he's not a TRUE Lycanthrope with those silver
claws.  Which means....
     Sir Tyrone smiled very quickly as a strategem occured to him.  There was 
element of risk, but no good plan was totally safe. The timing would be the 
tricky part.
 
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     Coyote kept circling the Wererabbit warily.  If only he could get past
that accursed sword!  Wait, he's slowing down!  As soon as the thought appeared
in Coyote's brain, he attacked.  Though his prey once again jumped away, THIS 
time, Coyote managed to tag Tyrone's thigh with one of his claws.  It was a 
minor wound, but the silver-inflicted gash was likely to slow him even more.
Realizing that he needed to press his advantage, the Pseudo-Werewolf began 
to attack with a terrible fury, chasing the now totally defensive Wererabbit
around the street.  Finally, Coyote found the perfect opportunity.  Tyrone
had his back to a wall, his heavy Two-Hand Sword dangling in one hand since
Coyote had managed to slash the Ex-Knight's left arm.  Coyote knew his enemy
couldn't possibly jump away or raise his sword in time.  He lept, his silver
fangs seeking Tyrone's throat.... 

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    Tyrone stood with his back to the wall.  His plan wasn't working as well as
he'd hoped, and the half-dozen minor wounds he'd taken burned with the fire of
silver.  Finally, the moment he's been  waiting for  had arrived.  Coyote was 
leaping right at him.  There was no time to jump or use his sword, so the 
Wererabbit did neither of these things.
     He CHANGED.  Unlike Coyote, Sir Tyrone is a true Lycanthrope.  Which means
he has three forms, and it was into his third form that he changed.  The large
half-man half-rabbit shrunk into Tyrone's least used form.  A true rabbit.  Now
only a few inches high and a foot long, Tyrone easily jumped underneath Coyote
as the later had been aiming for the throat of a much larger creature.
     With a sikening THUD, Coyote slammed head first into the wall Tyrone had
made sure was at his back.  Wasting no time, Tyrone shifted back into his 
Were-Form and picked up his sword.  With one deft swing, Sir Tyrone beheaded 
the stunned Werewolf.  
     Blood spurted from the decapitated body, and Coyote collapsed into a heap,
reverting to his original form as the Great Mother released her hold in death.
Tyrone looked down at the headless corpse and sighed.  Coyote had been a 
menace and had slain at least four men, but it gave the sometime-Paladin no 
joy to have to be Coyote's executioner.
     With his armor and clothes destroyed, and his scabbard off with Meshtak, 
Tyrone found himself without a place to keep his sword.  Making a quick 
decision, the Wererabbit drove his mighty blade deep into the pavement beside 
Coyote's body.  Knowing that only one with Rabbit blood in his veins could 
wield the Great Sword of Rabbitkind (any non-rabbit who tries immediately 
forgets the sword and has an irresistible urge to eat a carrot) he felt it
would be safe to leave it there.
     Grabbing the tatters that had once been his clothes, Sir Tyrone bounded
over to the unconscious Chelsee.  Muttering a quick prayer of thanks that she
still lived, Tyrone hurridly bandaged her shoulder and forehead.  Ignoring his
own many wounds, the Wererabbit gently lifted Chelsee in his arms and headed
towrd the Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes, where he recalled seeing several 
temples and churches....


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jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu            *       Wrath of GAD that you should
				     *       worry about..."   Me
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