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Himaran · 08-04-2003, 05:51 PM

Envinyatar's post

The wargs were on them before they could group together for defense. Not that it would have made a great difference anyway. Four wargs came down from beneath the trees along the western hills. The group, alerted by Aldwulf turned their attention to meet them. Swords drawn, they rushed the pack which separated and pulled back a little to their surprise.

It was Heldór who chanced to see the reason for their retreat. From the corner of his eye he caught the movement of five other grey forms swiftly approaching from the east. ‘Turn and guard the rear,’ he shouted to Aldwulf as Liol, Rochil, and Brytta faced the attack from the west.

Two wargs separated Aldwulf’s mount from Heldór’s, feinting in at the mare’s legs until she reared up at them. Her underside exposed, the nearer of the wargs launched himself at her, his great teeth sinking into her, bringing her down.

Aldwulf was thrown from his horse, and landed rolling on the ground. He had barely time to roll to his knees when the other warg was upon him. Aldwulf brought his blade up as the warg leapt, the weight of the rushing beast driving it to the hilt into his chest. The warg’s momentum threw him down upon the man, knocking him down, his still snapping jaws grazed along Aldwulf’s cheek, ripping a long gash, before the man could pull away. Leaving the beast to die, he yanked his blade from the writhing carcass and turned to see the other warg had now turned its attention from the dead horse to Brytta.

His spear lay near his horse, and he sheathed his blade and picked it up, glancing up just as he saw Brytta fall before the warg. The warg charged the downed man and Aldwulf ran quickly to the pair, sinking his spear into the warg from behind . . .

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Novnarwen's post

Liol hadn't the time to think. The attack from the wargs had come all of a sudden. However, Adwulf had been saying that something was troubling him, and now, they could saw what. The lady jumped off her horse when seeing it was attacked by one of the wargs. She fell on her back, feeling a pain through her spine, but Liol had no time for being hurt now. At once, she drew her sword, and held the hilt as tight as she possably could. Her hands were sweaty and she almost dropped it when making her fist effort of stabbing the warg.

From not far away, she saw Rochil and the others. Liol felt another pain, but not from her back. Deep in her heart she felt a handfull of guilt sneek up her neck and in her throat. It was almost as she couldn't breathe. What if she died, and never got the chance to say sorry? Liol shook her head. "Rochil!" she cried. "I cannot do this anymore!" she continued with a serious but desperate voice. Rochil paid attention but didn't turn around. They were both fighting for their lives and one slip; and it all would be over. Liol drew her sword, but missed. "I am really sorry Rochil. I never meant to.." The warg jumped up, but Liol escaped by an inch. "I never meant to get angry with you, and I hope it can be forgiven. I was really stupid and now..." She didn't finish her sentence. Her sword had rushed into the warg, blood and the sound of its' breathe coming to an end made Liol stop. It was over, she was alive.

[ August 05, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

08-04-2003, 05:51 PM	#49
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Envinyatar's post The wargs were on them before they could group together for defense. Not that it would have made a great difference anyway. Four wargs came down from beneath the trees along the western hills. The group, alerted by Aldwulf turned their attention to meet them. Swords drawn, they rushed the pack which separated and pulled back a little to their surprise. It was Heldór who chanced to see the reason for their retreat. From the corner of his eye he caught the movement of five other grey forms swiftly approaching from the east. ‘Turn and guard the rear,’ he shouted to Aldwulf as Liol, Rochil, and Brytta faced the attack from the west. Two wargs separated Aldwulf’s mount from Heldór’s, feinting in at the mare’s legs until she reared up at them. Her underside exposed, the nearer of the wargs launched himself at her, his great teeth sinking into her, bringing her down. Aldwulf was thrown from his horse, and landed rolling on the ground. He had barely time to roll to his knees when the other warg was upon him. Aldwulf brought his blade up as the warg leapt, the weight of the rushing beast driving it to the hilt into his chest. The warg’s momentum threw him down upon the man, knocking him down, his still snapping jaws grazed along Aldwulf’s cheek, ripping a long gash, before the man could pull away. Leaving the beast to die, he yanked his blade from the writhing carcass and turned to see the other warg had now turned its attention from the dead horse to Brytta. His spear lay near his horse, and he sheathed his blade and picked it up, glancing up just as he saw Brytta fall before the warg. The warg charged the downed man and Aldwulf ran quickly to the pair, sinking his spear into the warg from behind . . . __________________________________________ Novnarwen's post Liol hadn't the time to think. The attack from the wargs had come all of a sudden. However, Adwulf had been saying that something was troubling him, and now, they could saw what. The lady jumped off her horse when seeing it was attacked by one of the wargs. She fell on her back, feeling a pain through her spine, but Liol had no time for being hurt now. At once, she drew her sword, and held the hilt as tight as she possably could. Her hands were sweaty and she almost dropped it when making her fist effort of stabbing the warg. From not far away, she saw Rochil and the others. Liol felt another pain, but not from her back. Deep in her heart she felt a handfull of guilt sneek up her neck and in her throat. It was almost as she couldn't breathe. What if she died, and never got the chance to say sorry? Liol shook her head. "Rochil!" she cried. "I cannot do this anymore!" she continued with a serious but desperate voice. Rochil paid attention but didn't turn around. They were both fighting for their lives and one slip; and it all would be over. Liol drew her sword, but missed. "I am really sorry Rochil. I never meant to.." The warg jumped up, but Liol escaped by an inch. "I never meant to get angry with you, and I hope it can be forgiven. I was really stupid and now..." She didn't finish her sentence. Her sword had rushed into the warg, blood and the sound of its' breathe coming to an end made Liol stop. It was over, she was alive. [ August 05, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]