The black elven woman took out a small tube, slid a dart inside, and blew hard. The dart flew out.
The first horse was hit in the flank, and stumbled, drugged or poisoned by the dart.
The horse dragging Diane had stopped none-to-soon, and she ducked behind it just as it too was hit by a dart.
Feeling helpless, Diane ran, wondering how she could save her companions.
Oberon, B'khee, Tad and Mike had been pummeled to the ground in the nets. The female sniper started to climb down from the tree. As she did, she told the others to stop their attack.
"Just pour the poison in their mouths!" she said ominously. "Hurry!" She knew the beaten elven explorers were in no condition to resist anymore.
Thursday , September 11 , 2003