[astarielle]

Astarielle loosed volley upon volley of mail-piercing arrows into the attackers until all were spent. She drew her sword, which shined brighty from the light of the fire and flickered red form the flames. Swiftly carving an oncoming enemy in two she hastened to a nearby tent.

Pausing outside the entrance she heard loud voices, shouts and screams. She turned around and caught the attention on Ani Dao, who had just taken out a rather large man, Burzdol whose face was anger stricken and a number of other assailants. With brief hand signals they surrounded the tent, swords at the ready, bows drawn, axes held high and knives poised. They waited, and as if all connected they rushed at the tent at the same time. At all sides holes were being made in the canvas of the tent as the company rushed in.