Adrian: Baldur's Gate

As strong as Adrian was, Sarevok was stronger. And Adrian knew it. He was holding Sarevok by his wrist gauntlets, trying to keep those hands away from his throat. But slowly, he was losing the test of strength.

So he called upon the Bhaalpower of Ghoul Touch that he had been given. Sarevok's magic resistance was enough to preserve him from it's effects, but he nevertheless felt the power tingling in Adrian's hands, grunted and let go.

Adrian kicked him off and went scrambling for his sword. Sarevok got hold of the Sword of Chaos first, and Adrian felt it scratch along the back of his storm armor, drawing sparks.

He turned, the green blade held upright in his hands, and blocked Sarevok's next blow, which had been meant to chop his head off.

The brothers stood, a couple paces apart, and began duelling more formally. Overhand looping cuts, straight jabs with their blades, and swipes towards the legs, all countered.

Adrian's group of mages had a problem; the fighters of both sides were too mixed together now for area effect spells.

Wheber Ott finally had an idea. "Magic missle any enemy cleric you see casting, then, if you have the ability to summon monsters, do so!"

Besheridan and Rakal, the Zhentarim warriors, were fighting back to back agaist cultists and undead.

But these two had worked together for some time for the Black Network, and had formed their own strategies.

"Maneuver two!" Besheridan shouted to Rakal, who wasted no time replying. Instead the Zhents turned to face eachother. Rakal dropped one of his weapons, and Besheridan his shield, and clasped hands. They began to spin around, the weapons in their other hands extended at arms length. Four enemies were instantly beheaded.

Tiax got his hands around Semaj's throat and squeezed. The enemy mage died, trying desperately to cast without being able to get any air into his lungs to chant an incantation with.

Tazok, the giant Ogre who had been in command of the Throne's bandit operations, was doing probably as well as anyone on Sarevok's side was, until he was clipped in the back of the head with a mace. He fell, unconscious, to the floor, and the opposition spared him, thinking him already dead.

Adrian saw that Sarevok was tiring, but he was not tiring fast enough. The poison from his crossbow had weakend him, but he was still strong enough to win the fight.

"I am the more powerful warrior," said Sarevok.

"Which means nothing, as you have no idea what to do with that power," Adrian retorted.

Sarevok growled. Holding his blade sideways, flat of the blade facing Adrian, he tried to knock his brother down and choke him to death with his weight behind the weapon. Adrian anticipated the move, though, and parried, then yanking his own weapon up so the Sword of Chaos was caught on it's hilt. Sarevok maintained hold of his blade, but could not follow through with his attack.

The brothers staggered around together in a bizarre waltz of combat, a test of wills.

They were far too close to the Bhaalsymbol....and Adrian finally began to get an idea.