It was obvious to Aislan that this company was having bad luck. She heard grunts and growls from what she thought were orcs. She heard neighs and angry shrieks in the distance from the horse Midnight, until the horse's cries of defense suddenly stopped. Stray arrows whirled through the air, and Aislan whinced as she saw a spear lodge itself in a tree nearby.
Bird rushed to protect the Ranger Volondil, Andreth close behind. Everything was in motion. Nearby, she heard the newcomer call the word Yrch. Menelduliniel and Estelarion argued about protecting Poppy.
Being left-handed, Aislan drew her sword and handled her dagger with her right hand. She stood, ready for what was coming. Her thoughts were everywhere as she heard the voices of the company, the whistles of stray missiles form the enemy, and random grunts and neighs from the horses and ponies. She wondered if she was the only one who was nevous.
With her sharp ears she knew that it was more than two orcs. She thought it might be five or six, but she couldn't be positive. She stood ready with weapons in hand. An arrow flew to her left, and saw it was Estelarion's. Her smile was grim as she heard a shriek of agony from an oncoming orc. Everyone awaited the oncoming orcs as they came hustling through the brush.
Arrows flew from the bows of Nardol, Estelarion, and Andreth. Aislan risked a shot, raising her dagger and throwing it, watching it spin through the air. It hit something, and a loud shriek pierced the air. Aislan waited for the onslaught of the orcs with her sword ready.
[ December 06, 2002: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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