For a while, Falowik heard nothing but distant fighting outside the ruins. Then he heard a heavy step coming closer to his hiding place from the opposite direction, accompanied by a snuffling nose and muttered curses. The man stopped in the shadow of an outcropping just ten paces away from him. He could just make out the man's words, about a cursed Elf and a broken nose, and threats of vengeance. Falowik allowed himself a glimmer of a smile. Uien had defended herself and was still alive. The man's sword was drawn, and he was too far off for a dagger thrust. There were stones about, but Falowik did not dare to make a move for fear of making a sound and drawing attention to himself.
Light running steps were coming toward them from beyond the man, who tensed, readying himself. His arm went out just as the figure came by, and Uien lay sprawled on the rough ground.
"Hah! Dow yer dud, Elf. But baybe I'll cut off yer arbs ad legs so you cet struggle. Pay you back proper for by dose." He laughed with evil glee and raised his sword. It was too much for Falowik. He hurled himself at the man, his dagger raised, his feet dashing against the broken rocks the only sound he made; loud enough to draw the attention of the man before he got to him. The man was fast, and he swung his sword around at Falowik; but Falowik was not slow, and had suprised him. He tackled the man just as the sword came down and slammed his back. The man was bigger and heavier than he was, and in a moment, Falowik's back was on the ground and the man was above him, his sword raised for the kill. Then the man fell on him heavily. Uien stood above him with a heavy rock in both hands. Falowik scrambled out from under the man and took the sword out of his hands. He raised it, but could not bring himself to kill the man. He had never killed a human.
"Let us get away from here." Falowik said.
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