From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Tue Sep 02 2003 - 15:19:08 BST
Lenora stands, draws her sword, keeps it close to her body. She'd never
fought blindly before and tried to think of it as the cool crisp darkness that the
caves often housed. She closed her eyes completely, took a deep breath and
centered. With that measure calming her, she tried to listen for the different
noises and who she could attribute them to. With hope, the beast would growl or
snarl, a rasp of it's tail in the high grass, something would give it away.
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