The Drow growled angrily as she regained her balance and spun around for the next attack. Faking high and then sweeping her sword low. The Warrioress quickly managed to get out of the way. 'My arm burns and my head is pounding I don't know if I can keep this up. Then again I'm not even sure how I'm managing to avoid her as much as I am.'
"Give up, witch! Your position is hopeless!" sneered Deathsinger defiantly, as she parried a sword thrust made by Ashleyien. "You and your friends are outnumbered! And your death is inevitable!"
The Drow Warrioress decided to take the offensive and began to hammer at her counterpart fiercely as Ashleyien raised her sword to block her attacks. Driving the Warrioress back and taunting her at the same time, Deathsinger screeched, "By now Mankiller has dispatched your so-called Adventurer, and your Elven Mage will soon taste Kinslayer's Dragon Sword! And with your Monk and those two other harlots having problems of their own, that leaves you all alone to face your death!"
Trying to console Ashleyien in a mocking way, the Dark Elf implored, "Why don't you cry for me, my dear?! Cry tears of pity and mercy and maybe I'll let you live! Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
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