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2009-06-06 11:51:08
The sorcerer shut his mind to the cry.
Tyrande slipped from the satyr's grip, but landed safely against the earth. She hardly stirred, which convinced Malfurion again that the priestess had at some point been bespelled by Xavius.
The former advisor clutched his shoulder where the shaft had buried itself deep. Blood poured from the wound, but Xavius was more angry than injured. He tugged at the shaft, but when it would not come out, he snapped off the end in frustration. Even as the attack registered with the other satyrs, one of those holding Malfurion shook violently, then fell forward.
An arrow identical to the first stuck out from between his shoulder blades. Using his now free hand to grab from one of his pouches, the druid threw the contents in the face of his other guard. With a cry, the satyr clutched at his eyes, where one of the ground herbs that Malfurion had gathered under the guidance of Cenarius burned the soft tissue there.
He stumbled to the side, no longer at all concerned about his captive.
