* Three Orcs standing, and a Half-Orc crawling away. Only one Orc was thus far unscathed. So, they decided to make a run for it. "He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day." *
* The Orc with the scimitar smiled as the Elf in front of him was hit in the leg by an arrow and retreated to a rock to try and pull it out. Morhâk the Looter ran up beside his two standing companions, who were also scurrying back towards the cover of the woods. * Look! * Shagdug Darkspear cried, * A woman's run out to help the Elf. Maybe they're not so tough after all. And she'd do for our purposes. They wanted another one, they said at the Castle.
* Gandalf eyed the dark antlike cluster of Orcs. In an instant he sent a small fireball into their midst. Amid yelps and yammerings, the three singed and burnt Orcs broke into a run again. The wizard shouted after them. * Now begone with you for good, or you'll get more of the same!
* Finally, they were gone. The battle had ended. *
[ December 08, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]
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