[Amanaduial the archer]

As the orc leader forges his way towards her, Aman draws a pair of sais out of her sleeves and prepares herself in the traditional fightin stanse with sais, one held above her head, one in front, as if inviting the opposition to attack.
"Come beast, try m-"She stops mid yell as another vision hits her, harder this time.
The same hobbit.
the same wood.
and...her.Thrakatburz.Guiding her.
"No..."Aman whispers. Thrakatburz looks up sharply. She can sense Amans prescense.
Once again Aman is jerked back to the battle by a startling thud near her. She jerked around and saw Azruk viciously backhand his massive fist into Elenna. Elenna falls, catching herself by the saddle.
Back to the fores.
Back to the battle
forest,forest, battle, forest...
"AAARGH!" Amanaduial cries out, as if real pain is jerking her from each scene.
Part of the prophecy is taking place, the prophecy that haunts her..."Two worlds meeting in one place, one vessel;but will the vessel break..."