Thrakatburz smiled as Amanaduial reached out and their hands met, a ribbon of flame flowing from one witch to the other, a token of their new alliance.
"Aman, No!" Rosa was woken from her dozy state by the actions of her friend and rushed towards them. Thrakatburz turned, the back of her hand hitting the hobbit sharply across her face, sending her sprawling to the floor.
"We must go, Aman" she said, "I'm not Azruk's favourite person at the moment, and I want to be a long way from here by the time he wins the battle." A sly smile spread across her face and the two witches hastily turned their backs on the battle field, leaving Rosa still lying on the ground.
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