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Old 06-22-2002, 03:25 PM   #25
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Khelek watched as Anarya leapt down to join Rûdhchamion in the fray. He readied his muscles to follow, feeling his rippling muscles surge with power. A slight breeze that barely shifted the fog blew a scent to Khelek. Inhaling deeply, the wolf pup smelled the damp earth, the stank Orcs, the rotting smell of the troll. Khelek shifted through these scents, and one scent he made out finally. A Man.

Khelek looked back down at Anarya and Rûdhchamion fighting valiantly, then wisked into the shadows that leaped up to greet him. In the thick brush full of tangles and decaying leaves he picked his way, careful to avoid being smelled by the Orcs.

Khelek positioned himself behind the Man, but Micanar's arm shot out to grab Anarya. Khelek surpressed a growl and inched forward as a pale shadow amongst the leaves.

"This maid's life is in your hands, dark elf!" Micanar said, almost jeering in delight, a knife blade held up to Anarya's neck. The Orcs had stopped their attack and were now in a silent circle surrounding Rûdhchamion. Khelek continued to worm his way forward, every muscle quivering, wanting to launch himself at the Man's neck. Rûdhchamion made no move, but his hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, and he was shaking in anger.

Khelek took another step forward, inhaling the man's scent. He hated it, hated it so much that he would've clamped down on Micanar's neck and never let go. But the look that Rûdhchamion gave him, for Rûdhchamion had seen the flickering gaze of the wolf pup, told him to attack at a precise time, when it would do as much hurt to Micanar as possible in the least amount of time. The leaves rustuled, and at the same time Khelek leaped forth with as much strength as his slender legs could give, his fur rippling in the wind, and a fierce battle cry.

Khelek clamped onto the arm with which Micanar was holding the knife, and bore his sharp teeth straight into the Man's flesh, gripping tightly. Rûdhchamion gave a cry and pulled Anarya free. Micanar struggled with the wolf, now using his other arm to slash at it with a dagger. Khelek winced as the dagger slashed his left hindquarter, but continued hanging on. he was too small for Micanar to reach properly and drive a killing blow.

Run! he said silently to Anarya. Rûdhchamion fought with the Orcs that had now seperated him from Khelek,,,
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