[Amanaduial the archer]

Nuhrive sprinted as fast as she could, forcing herself on despite her ankle, which was now sending shooting pains through her leg. She could hear one of the men, the one that had touched her shoulder, hear him gaining on her. But how close? Risking a glance over her shoulder, Nuhrive's eyes widened and she whimpered slightly; he was only a few metres behind her, and gaining.

Turning back she only just avoided a tree in her way, but stumbled off balance and wasnt able to stop herself. One of the men took advantage of this as he put on a final spurt of speed, grabbing the scruff of her neck and using her off-balanced momentum to propel her forward and then down. She hit the ground hard but turned on her back, scrabbling away from him. She tried to speak, calling to the power of the trees for help but the man slapped her across the face as he heard the elvish words, a look of disgust on his face, sending the elf maid reeling. As he was bent over her, she lashed out with her foot, catching him in the chest and then in the face. He gasped slightly, but his thickset form meant her kick didnt do much except make him angrier. Slapping her face again, he then grabbed her and slammed her against a tree, knocking the breath out of her.

Ru-sahn slung the near unconsious Nuhrive over his shoulder. She caught a glimpse of a girls wide eyed face and an elf lying probably dead on the floor before a hood was rammed over her head and she fell into half unconciousness to the sound of angry, harsh human voices.