At her command the troglodyte attacked the larger armored Centurion. Ravenna moved quickly, struck the robed “Greelve,” and knocked the wand from his hand. The taller Greelve pushed back the troglodyte and attacked Ravenna. She rolled to the floor and avoided the Centurion’s short sword. She grabbed the wand from the floor. The charmed troglodyte flew into the two Greelves. There was nothing for it. With only the wand to parry the Centurion’s sword, she ran through the entrance. The unarmed lizardman provided only a brief diversion. The shouts of the stunned Greelves were shouting and in hot pursuit.
She rushed down a ten-foot-wide stone hallway with an eight-foot ceiling and light sources along the walls. There were light sources along the wall. She passed dimly lit cells. The passage ended in an intersection. The passage extended twenty feet to her right and opened into a brightly lit room. A screaming Greelve ran from the room toward her with an outstretched short sword. The hallway extended twenty feet to her left where it ended and turned to the right in a ten-foot wide passage. Growls and screams continued behind her. Ravenna evaded the charging guard and struck his neck with a heard openhanded attack. The unfortunate guards neck snapped and he fell at her feet. Hours spent studying methods of openhanded combat with the Curates at the Fane of the Setting Sun had paid another dividend. Ravenna scooped up the short sword. She now had a weapon! She ran to the left and then to the right.
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