Role

Chapter 35

As the first one stepped one hovering paw out above the water he again let the
change overtake him. Now utilizing his eight legs he charged. The cheetah
quickly evaded his attacks but let out a cry of pain. That must have been the
queue because the other assassin and warrior both blundered onto the water,
clearly not done with their earlier fight.

After centuries of practice while within these contortions his body acted
almost out of instinct, aim, trample, charge, trample, one by one they turned
and ran. A small equine grin split his face as the centaur Eledsoere looked
him in the eye and asked "So, you kicked all of their arses?" And with no one
left to harry him, he let out a low rumbling equine laugh before propelling
himself eastwards and up the river.

As he departed the tainted waves along the river road, he enjoyed the abrupt
change in scenery. The roar of the current filled his ears as he passed one of
his favorite falls to the south, then pressed onward towards the river's
bend. As he rounded it, he looked back, sure that none of them had the
courage to follow... and he was right.