New flee.



* R W C>Rocky Plains
A grey hare stands alert, looking and listening for predators.
*a Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
Exits: East South West.

* R W C>
*a noble Elf* has arrived from the south riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
*Draglador the Half-Elf* has arrived from the south riding a horse of the
Rohirrim.

* R W C>
You swiftly dodge *a Man*'s attempt to pound you.

* R W C *a Man*:Fine>e
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* R W C *a Man*:Fine>
*a noble Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* R W C *a Man*:Fine>flee
*a noble Elf* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*a noble Elf* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the
impact.
That really HURT!
P A N I C !

* R W C HP:Fine *a Man*:Fine>*a noble Elf* begins some strange incantations...
You are already attempting to flee!

* R W C HP:Fine *a Man*:Fine>
*a noble Elf* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
SKYDD NERE!!!FETVARNING!
*a noble Elf* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the
impact.
That really HURT!

* R W C HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>flee

*a noble Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Draglador the Half-Elf* utters the words 'eugszr zzur'
*Draglador the Half-Elf* makes your evil soul suffer with his goodness.
You are mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.

* W C HP:Dying *a Man*:Fine>
You are in a pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

* W C HP:Dying *a Man*:Fine>

You are dead! Sorry...