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Bêthberry · 07-09-2002, 11:37 PM

Luckily, no force lay behind the sword's hit on Bethberry's arm, so the cut was not deep. It did, however, require wrapping and binding if Bethberry was to continue to help the other travelers, so she lost track of some of the actions of the brigands.

The cut bound, she skirted 'round some trees in time to see Gandalf treating one of the highwaymen to a panoramic view of the road. Then she saw in front of her the brigand with his dagger at Naaramare's throat. He was dragging the young elf towards her, hoping to escape through the bush.

Bethberry looked at the sword she had taken from the Southern man. She knew she could not wield it to kill, but perhaps she could use it to stop him. She held it out, low on the ground, while he concentrated on holding and moving Naaramare. She hoped she could hold it steady with her injured arm. All she wanted to do was free Naaramare.

His cloak blocking his view, he tripped backwards over the sword and nearly cut Naaramare's throat with his dagger, but she was quick to twist and roll away. Bethberry then threw another handful of her stinging herbs and oil into his face but she didn't stay around; her arm was throbbing too greatly. Neither did Naaramare.

[ July 10, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

07-09-2002, 11:37 PM	#189
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Luckily, no force lay behind the sword's hit on Bethberry's arm, so the cut was not deep. It did, however, require wrapping and binding if Bethberry was to continue to help the other travelers, so she lost track of some of the actions of the brigands. The cut bound, she skirted 'round some trees in time to see Gandalf treating one of the highwaymen to a panoramic view of the road. Then she saw in front of her the brigand with his dagger at Naaramare's throat. He was dragging the young elf towards her, hoping to escape through the bush. Bethberry looked at the sword she had taken from the Southern man. She knew she could not wield it to kill, but perhaps she could use it to stop him. She held it out, low on the ground, while he concentrated on holding and moving Naaramare. She hoped she could hold it steady with her injured arm. All she wanted to do was free Naaramare. His cloak blocking his view, he tripped backwards over the sword and nearly cut Naaramare's throat with his dagger, but she was quick to twist and roll away. Bethberry then threw another handful of her stinging herbs and oil into his face but she didn't stay around; her arm was throbbing too greatly. Neither did Naaramare. [ July 10, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.