Tarin Gazin did not hesitate in launching his counterattack. Roaring a
dwarven battel hymn he lunged, chopping at the happyface with the strength
of a dwarf and the speed of an elf. The flurry of attacks was almost too
fast for the unaided eye to follow - blow after blow all landing within
the same second, as the Happyman, more used to slaughtering innocents than
fighting hopped up elves, barely was able to block with his own ax,
occasionally managing a counterswipe that Tarin would easily bat away.
Suddenly Tarin connected with a sideswipe that cut Happyman's face almost
in half. "Aaaugh! You cwushed my widdel haid!" shrieked the Happyman, so
piercingly Tarin was momentarily distracted and didn't notice Happyman
move to kick him in the stomach so hard Tarin flew a short distance and
landed on his back. The kick would have pulverized an ordinary elf's
insides - but Tarin only chuckled and started getting up - and then the
Happyman towered over him, lochaber ax held high. "My Dark Master... uh,
Baiter only said to take you alive - he said nothing of limbs still
attached!" sneered the diabolic stick fiagure. Across the cave, Jenny Elf had started to sing. Now her songs were useful not only for daydreams and romantic illusions, but for gritty hand-to-hand street combat as well. As lyrics spilled melodiously if a bit hurriedly from her powerful lungs, Tarin Gazin seemed to blink in and out of existence - and then Happyman was surrounded by a full baker's dozen of Tarin Gazins! "No fair!" yelled the Happyman "If I had Mr. Man singing here we'd all be dead!" As all ten Tarin Gazins jumped up, ax in hand, Happyman chopped at one, but his weapon merely fwooshed through a magical illusion. Then Velus the Dog came hurtling in like a cannonball and clamped his jaws shut around Happyman's groin. The effect of this on Happyman, who wore no clothing, was unmistakable. With a shriek of pain he dropped his ax and started running around, trying to shake the pup off. After a few vicious blows to his head Velus the Dog let go and dropped unconscious to the floor - but not before the real Tarin Gazin reached Happyman and dropped an ax-chop that tore into Happyman's shoulder and cut his left arm clean off. "Ouch!" said Happyman, and punched Tarin in the jaw with his other arm. The blow would have cracked an ordinary elf's skull in half, but the Eternal Champion only laughed and stepped back, spitting blood a little. With his elvish adrenalin flowing he could fight like this all day without even breaking a sweat. Happyman's left arm, meanwhile, had jumped to its fingertips and started running around. "Not again!" Happyman groaned, as the arm sprouted a small replica of his own head that laughed at him, saying "Ogdarek fygniwets! Yerlopsnyv!" Happyman's arm ran out of the cave, with Happyman in hot pursuit. Tarin and Jenny rushed to Velus' side. He seemed hurt, but was still breathing.
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