Manon's vision

As Kai repeats his ceremony, blowing smoke into your face, your vision clouds
and you open your eyes in new surroundings.

It is night, and you are in a pitched battle with another small group.  The
others are nimble, and apparently magically aided.  A couple of them are
active wizards, trading shots with Quill.  You see the rest of your group is
present, as well.  You face a smaller man in leather armour, his pale face
glowing in the moonlight, Elven features clear to you.  While the two of you
trade blows, neither penetrating the other's defence, an arrow from the 
darkness finds its way to your breast, knocking you pack a pace.  The Elf,
quick to take advantage of your wound, slips his blade past yours to find 
your belly, piercing your armour a second time.
You bring your blade around, weakly, and slice open his off-arm.  He retreats,
glancing out into the darkness and holding his arm.  As you regain your balance and
move once more into attack position, another arrow flies in from the darkness,
piercing your leg and causing you to fall.  The Elf brings his sword down in a
deadly arc across your back, and you cry out as you try to roll out of the way. 
Mortally wounded, you watch as Beren and Kai force the Elf away from you,
themselves swept up in the battle.  Then everything goes black.

Opening your eyes once more, you find yourself still standing in front of Kai,
drenched in sweat.

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