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piosenniel · 11-05-2003, 04:41 AM

Erkaliel

Through the wisps of fog, Erkaliel could see part of the battle being fought. Her own arrows had downed a number of the brutes coming from the west. Thank Eru it was only a small band of the evil creatures which had attacked them.

She slung her bow over her shoulder and drew out her sword with her right hand, and held her dagger in a ready position in her left. It was getting too hard to tell the difference between friend and foe in the swirling mists. Her fighting would have to be done closer in.

To her left she heard someone’s cry. A male voice, muffled in the fog. Turning quickly toward the sound, she picked her way carefully over the rocks. It was one of her companions, she thought, but she could not see him clearly. Daring to raise her voice, she called out to him. ‘Who is there?’

A figure loomed up out of the fog at her, leaping at her, curved blade poised to strike her. The Orc’s cold eyes were fixed on her and she could almost smell the rotten stench that issued from its mouth as it drew near. She closed in on him, her sword ready to strike.

With a cry of rage against the weapons she brandished, the Orc raised his blade high and brought it down in a hard arc against Erkaliel. She raised her sword and her long knife, crossing them above her and caught the brunt of his blow. Staggering against the force of his swing, she threw him back just enough for her to throw her knife into his gut, bringing him to his knees. With a swift and deadly thrust of her sword, she dealt him his death blow.

All was quiet then. She could hear her breathing, made ragged by the exertion of the fight. Erkaliel took a long breath and blew it out slowly, steadying herself for any other attackers.

But none came.

Her ears straining for clues of her companions she stood as still as the rocks that loomed about her . . .

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

11-05-2003, 04:41 AM	#47
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Erkaliel Through the wisps of fog, Erkaliel could see part of the battle being fought. Her own arrows had downed a number of the brutes coming from the west. Thank Eru it was only a small band of the evil creatures which had attacked them. She slung her bow over her shoulder and drew out her sword with her right hand, and held her dagger in a ready position in her left. It was getting too hard to tell the difference between friend and foe in the swirling mists. Her fighting would have to be done closer in. To her left she heard someone’s cry. A male voice, muffled in the fog. Turning quickly toward the sound, she picked her way carefully over the rocks. It was one of her companions, she thought, but she could not see him clearly. Daring to raise her voice, she called out to him. ‘Who is there?’ A figure loomed up out of the fog at her, leaping at her, curved blade poised to strike her. The Orc’s cold eyes were fixed on her and she could almost smell the rotten stench that issued from its mouth as it drew near. She closed in on him, her sword ready to strike. With a cry of rage against the weapons she brandished, the Orc raised his blade high and brought it down in a hard arc against Erkaliel. She raised her sword and her long knife, crossing them above her and caught the brunt of his blow. Staggering against the force of his swing, she threw him back just enough for her to throw her knife into his gut, bringing him to his knees. With a swift and deadly thrust of her sword, she dealt him his death blow. All was quiet then. She could hear her breathing, made ragged by the exertion of the fight. Erkaliel took a long breath and blew it out slowly, steadying herself for any other attackers. But none came. Her ears straining for clues of her companions she stood as still as the rocks that loomed about her . . . [ November 05, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.