From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: [blade] Sir Tyrone vs. Coyote (Round One)
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1992 23:10:55 GMT



     Bounding away from the others, Sir Tyrone ws surprised to note a group
of riders moving quickly towards the rest of the party.  Good, he thought,
more help for them against the remaining mutants.  Nice to see the authorities
on the right side for once...
     Turning his attention away from the Guardsmen, the wererabbit once again
focused on the Lycanthrope-Detection given him by his sword.  Several traces
appeared in his mind.  Great Tyr, this city is infested with Were-Folk!  Let's 
see.  Feels like two Wererats and a Werewolf in close quarters.  No, that's one
Wererat and one Werewolf.  Whoops, there goes the other Wererat.  Just the 
Werewolf now.  Well, Chip said that this "Coyote" was working alone, and it
seems like that particular group of Lycanthropes is being dealt with.  Try
again.  Ok, there's another Wererat somewhere in Low Town, and a...What is
that?  It does and doesn't feel like a Werewolf.  I can feel him, but its not
a true Werewolf.  That fits what Chip said, I suppose....
     And so, Tyrone began to leap with a renewed vigor towards his prey.  
Jumping to the roof of some butcher shop, Tyrone came upon a scene of carnage.
Four men lay in various states of dismemberment.  Three had the looks of 
terror Tyrone had come to expect from victims of a Lycanthrope, but the fourth
had a look of serenity and completion that puzzeled the Wererabbit.  The old
man's broken longsword lay by his side, and odd-colored blood on its blade 
spoke of the deceased warrior's skill.  Bowing his head in respect for the 
fallen man, Tyrone's reverie was disturbed by a scream that echoed down the
street near the alley's opening.  The Wererabbit quickly moved to investigate.

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     Chelsee was running.  She'd tried running onto a moderately busy street,
in the hopes that the beast on her trail would avoid crowds, or that she could
find some adventurer from the Dragon's Inn.  Or at least the Werewolf would 
be tempted into finding someone else to kill.  
     Unfortunately, Coyote wasn't interested in the rapidly scattering crowd. 
He wanted the succulent looking female that should have been his meal long ago.
And he could tell that she was tiring.  Just a few more steps...
     Chelsee's cry culd be heard for blocks as Coyote landed on her, his pure
silver claws gouging deep into her shoulder.  Grabbing her light brown hair
with a one fuury paw, Coyote pulled Chelse's head back so he could get at the
soft flesh of her throat.  The beautiful silver jaws decsended towards the 
helpless woman's throat...
     "STOP, HELLSPAWN!!!"  Sir Tyrone's voice boomed down the street toward 
the enchanted Guardsman.  "LEAVE THAT WOMAN ALONE, COWARD!  Come and face a
REAL opponent!"  The Wererabbit's voice was closer, as he desperately saught
to taunt the Werewolf into leaving the woman alone and fighting him.
     It worked.  What little sentient thought that Coyote was still capable of
grew furious, whiles the bestial aspect realized that while slaying this 
woman would be simple, he'd have to deal with this new interloper before he
could properly enjoy his repast.  With great concentration, the Werewolf
managed to say, "Staaay herrre."  And to insure that his command would be 
obeyed, he brutally slammed Chelsee's head into the pavement.
     Chelsee felt pain in her shoulder.  Heard the Werewolf speak.  Then saw
the street rush up at her.  Everything went black.
     "NOOOO!!!" Outraged, Sir Tyrone jumped at Coyote, his two-hand sword 
glowing brightly in a reflection of his rage.  Coyote bared his silver claws
and fangs and leapt  at the foe Hendrix had created him to destroy.
     And the battle was joined....

ADMIN:  I know that [blade] has been an open thread so far, but I would really
	appreciate it if we could keep the Coyote/Tyrone fight strictly one-on-
	one.  As soon as one or the other hits the ground for the last time,
	all bets are off (Right, Gortok? ;) ), but till then, let Tyrone fight
	alone.  Thanks!

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Jon Gad                              *      "Wrath of God.  Ha.  Its the 
jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu            *       Wrath of GAD that you should
				     *       worry about..."   Me