Guillaume: The Fire Pelt Cat Attacks!, Round 03

i had just warded off an attack. my breathing was deeper from exhaustion or maybe from being inside the tunnel of thistles too long.

upfront, i glanced at the half elf who spun in a intricate dance wielding the points of his blades with great speed in continues circles and jabs, cutting his target to pieces. it was MAGNIFICENT. i swore joyful praises in corellon's name. i have never seen its equal outside of the royal legions.

"all (good) races are truly capable of art in every form." i was grateful to have witnessed it, fleeting as it was, without permanence as one finds in architecture, sculptures, or paintings. but perhaps its lack of permanence is what makes it more precious. i smiled in self-contentment.

inspired by this display of expertise, i was moved to sing.

créateur de l'univers. je vous implore la victoire sur nos ennemis. détruisez-les mon seigneur .. détruisez-les ..

the noble eladrin knight from earlier, reappears on top of his warhorse. the warhorse leaped, it's silvery mane flowed and moved like water, its front hooves raised prepared to pounce. the knight waves at me with his shield arm before commanding his stead to finally plummet, his silver lance turned towards the remaining beast dog.