[Lumiel]

Escaping the mound of the newly dead as well as the main group of their foes, Lumiel followed Thoronmir closely as they made for the small copse of trees. The light of day was nearly gone with only an orange echo left of it fading to the west.

A warning in her mind caused her to draw up her mount sharply and stop, looking around. She had no time to warn Thoromir who was now nearly in the copse. In the dead light, she saw the remains of the brigands approach the copse, surrounding it. She was about to cry a warning when she heard a strangled, twisted scream of a horse and the thud as it hit the ground. "Thoronmir..." she whispered.

The brigands had the copse surrounded. But they didn't know who was within the trap of the trees and who was not. Lumiel laid low on her saddle and searchingly looked behind her for her companions. She could hear their horses. At least two, but she didn't know who. She anxiously waited for them to approach, they would need a plan and a lot of luck.