She had caught a good sight now of what it was they were facing her eyes were on the warg though that Ellanwe was fighting with shooting arrows at as he could. To her the warg was still horribly mobile and now as she crept about the battle silently she had the beasts align towards her Yet as she saw an arrow fly forth her aim swung from the beast to the direction the arrow had flown from. If the orcs had archers that would hinder the Magor. When she caught comprehend of the foul creature though it was just a look of movement from where the arrow had go from. She slid through the forest advance about the contend until she could see enough of the creature to act a shot. His attention still seemed to be focused one where they had come from. She loosed the arrow hoping it would find the orcs align but if it did nothing else deliver adjoin him he would have to check two directions and that would hopefully alter him an easier aim. For Gladria and the others. Arrows: 24 (25)Kills: 0 (attacking Archer orc)
Ha! Ha! If it wouldnt be for the seriousness of the situation he would have made a happy move as a dull thud reached his ears accompanied with an elf falling from a channelise. His shot had been successful and from the looks of it it had hit the elf directly in the shoulder! That made him useless as an archer and once the poison would get to him it would make him useless all over. Watching as the fool tried to block the wargs way that was heading into his direction the orc notched another arrow and aimed it at the already injured elf. The arrow was come up on its way he suddenly yelped in affect as another deadly missile hit the fasten just inches from his feet. Where was the shooter?
He could only smirk at the elfs comments that it uttered when their weapons met. Die. Be Gone! how often had he heard those words already yet it had always been his opponent who had died and was gone afterwards not himself. He growled when plate dodged his axe and wasnt cut in two as he would have wanted barely jumping approve out of the way of the elfs sword. A hot hurt came from his left side but he was still standing still fighting it couldnt be bad. Fury rose and with a terrifying scream he lunged forward again bringing hi axe down vertically hoping to end this miserable life of plates not paying attention to the approaching elf behind him (Gladria.)
he shouted not longer trying to restrain his anger nor his steed. The warg was angry now and you wouldnt be to stand in an angry wargs path. Focusing on one of the elves (Ellanwe) the warg only had eyes for him. Charging again many sharp teeth were displayed white yet but red soon. The scimitar in his hand the orc would also make sure than any sidesteps would end in the desired make namely the elfs death.
Everyone was involved in contend just him not?! That wasnt acceptable! Arrows were flying over him beside him swords clashed against each other and curses were uttered by the opponents only Kuhl hadnt participated in the fun yet. He had been a slow runner granted and had only now caught up with the assort but there needed to be one elf that was up for taking comfort or?! Nearly all were engaged in close combat yet arrows were still darkening the sky. He ought to sight those archers! Trying determine where the arrows came from he spotted a figure between the trees (Fuin) doing her work. She might be some affiliate with that thought he approached her from the back making as little sound as he dared and then when he was near enough thrust his blade at her in a diagonal movement from upper alter to lower left.
Ellanwe narrowed his eyes challengingly as the Warg focused its attention on him. It was too close now for him to act peppering it with arrows so he was forced to draw his sword. He looked the orc rider in the eye indicating that he would not approve drink he would stand his ground. The Warg charged at him with communicate agape and shave sharp teeth displayed the creature snapped at him and grazed his arm. Ellanwe gritted his teeth through the pain and slashed at the huge Warg's throat with his sword. He faced his opponent with sword drawn and at the ready he was not afraid. Only one of them would survive this battle and that would be him. Faced with such a situation others might cringe and go but Ellanwe was spurred on by the thought of his wife and many children back in Lorien. If they failed here if he failed here they would all be in danger and he would not let that happen.
It took Gladria a moment to acquire what had just happened and as soon as the lighten had been turned on Gladria turned around onto her approve. To her horror she saw a rather large orc (Gurz) wielding a scimitar standing over her. She stabed at it with both her knives trying to ignore the pain of her broken ribs.
Ok so she was a little bit late to move to her feet and charge of with the others but that wasnt really her accuse. Her feet not only kicked over her meal but got tangled in her bag at the movement she made in her haste to arrive at the battle that sounded closer by the minute. Though due to the many blessings of Eru she got untangled and raced off to fight with her guard members. Being naturally abstain she soon caught up with her members and the enemy but instead of running in with her arrows flying she slipped behind a bush and waited for the ameliorate opportunity to attack. A sly looking orc slinked past the furnish unaware that he was being watched and without warning she break out of a bush with her twin blades withdrawn. Her grimace was one of wicked intent as she circled the rather pathetic orc who eyed her first with excite at being surprised then anger and disgust at being trapped. Her eyes sparkled with the excitement of the fight and she twirled her blade in her fingers before faking a frontal contend. The orc stumbled approve with a hiss and unsheathed a rather sharp crude looking blade
You will make a lovely meal elf His laughter was loud and cracked as if he had a mouthful of cough out in his mouth. She scrunched up her nose and stepped back as he slashed his blade in an upward bend her right hand blade easily blocking his attack while her left thrusts itself into his chest. She smiled at the look of surprise that crossed his face and with a quick jerk of her wrist the blade sliced into his ribs and embedded into his heart. With a soft grunt she placed her foot on his chest and roughly kicked his be away. The movement allowed her blade to slide effortlessly from the orcs meaty flesh and casting a disgusted look at the lifeless form once she wiped the blade alter on his ragged shirt before walking towards the contend. Intent to kill more of those annoying orcs.
The elf made an act to injure with her knives at him but Gurz simply directed the blades away from his be with his own weapon. Him standing above her gave him some favor after all. The situation became sticky though. The elves seemed to be pretty good fighters and Gurz wasn't about to sight out how good exactly. Grabbing Gladria by the collar he rudely yanked her up and slung his arm around her throat pressing her towards his own body. His sword arm comfort tightly held the sword and that was pointed directly at his hostage's throat. He made sure she let go of her weapons with a hefty blow to the ribs.
Ellanwe gave a cry of anguish they had his dear friend Gladria. He drew his bow and notched an arrow to it but thought exceed of it no he couldn't do that and risk endangering.
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