[Aesry Surlaenis'a, Necropolis Final Resting Place]
You also see a wir dinego.
Also here: Recluse Shankey.
Obvious paths: southeast, northwest.

The wir dinego begins to advance on you!
The wir dinego is still a distance away from you and is closing steadily.

You gaze at a wir dinego.
You exclaim, "I HATE YOU!"
You growl ferociously!

The wir dinego closes to pole weapon range on you!

With a warrior's calm, a pure white alfar avenger steps in and surveys the area.

You cover your eyes.

Shankey chuckles.

The wir dinego closes to melee range on you!

You say, "Get ready to drag."

You cover your eyes.

* A wir dinego claws at you. You block with a crocodile-skin buckler.
[You're nimbly balanced and opponent has slight advantage.]

The alfar avenger begins to advance on a wir dinego.

You gasp!

* A wir dinego claws at you. You block with a crocodile-skin buckler.
[You're nimbly balanced with opponent in good position.]

You exclaim, "I WIN!"

The alfar avenger closes to pole weapon range on a wir dinego.

A wir dinego draws a bone fragment from its rotten satchel and hurls it at you!The air around you solidifies into a brilliant yellow glow, pulsing brightly as it resists the attack.

You try to dodge, but the fragment lands a hard hit to your neck, stunning you!

The fragment explodes into powder under the force of impact.
[You're hurt, very badly balanced with opponent overwhelming you.]

SJ>
SJ> "Ow
You are still stunned.
SJ> retrr

J> retrr
Please rephrase that command.
retrr
J>
Please rephrase that command.
J> retrr
Please rephrase that command.
J> retrrretr
Please rephrase that command.
J> retrrretr
Please rephrase that command.
J>
Shankey retreats from combat.

You retreat back to pole range.

You retreat from combat.

You are already as far away as you can get!
J>
Shankey grabs your arm and drags you southeast with him . . .

[Aesry Surlaenis'a, Necropolis Final Resting Place]
Weeping willows, planted long ago, now stand tall, their outstretched branches allowing little view of the skies above. The headstones, thickly clustered along this part of the necropolis, are cracked from age and neglect.
Also here: Recluse Shankey.
Obvious paths: southwest, northwest.

You say, "Ow."
Shankey shrugs.
You say, "I almost won."

Your body feels somewhat battered.
Your spirit feels full of life.
You have minor swelling and bruising around the neck compounded by cuts and bruises about the neck.

With a warrior's calm, a pure white alfar avenger steps in and surveys the area.

You say, "What was THAT."

TALLY:
Dinegos: 2 | Raudhan: 0