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Lanbriel waited in her little spot, behind a giant fallen tree, surrounded by many wild and thick bushes. She looked around, saw the slaves positioned.

Would she die? She could. Somehow, something told her she would last through this. But still, the frightening chance made her want to stand up and run. But no, that would make far too much noise. She was cornered. She could not run, and there was no one to fight yet. She just had to crouch there, rock back and forth, hoping against hope that everyone on her side would survive.

Suddenly she heared hooves. She immediately understood - the hunters were near! She looked at their bate, Turos, knowing how he must be feeling. He was doing an incredibly brave deed, something many times braver than anything she would have done. She held her spear tightly, so tightly that if she squeezed just a bit more blood would break through her skin.

Then it happened. Ekatran, that terrible man rode on his horse into the clearing. A few other hunters rode in beside him. They started talking, very loudly, but Lanbriel was so nervous she couldn't decipher a single word. She looked around, and saw nodds passing throughout the hidden slaves. It was time.

An arrow first escaped Tenzin's bow.
Fionel suddenly shot forward, sword at ready. She ran towards the woman, the hunter nearest to Turos. A fierce, piercing cry escaped her lips. Lanbriel suddenly felt what most people suddenly feel at the start of a battle. Courage. Mad, fierce, terrible courage running through her. Her battle cry. She popped up, and jumping over the fallen tree, she surged through the bushes into the clearing, heading for one of the hunters.