Jesslyn had still been fighting with the same man when Galain got overly distracted by two opponents setting on him. The cover from Gorath had stopped a few seconds ago and the younger brother let a small thought of worry slip through his mind. The only reason he would stop firing was if he had been engaged by the wild men as well.
Galain did a side slash and temporarily got rid of one of his attackers. He heard a cry of pain from Jesslyn, but couldn't turn to look or help. Pushing with all his might he got the second attacker off of his blade and swung around to immediately clash with a giant wildman; it was the man Jesslyn had been fighting moments before.
Where is Jesslyn? She wouldn't leave a fight - he didn't have time to think more. He kicked out as hard as he could at the giants legs and turned to deflect a blow aimed at his head from the second attacker. Swinging both the blades to the ground Galain let go with his left hand and punched the wildman as hard as he could in the head who fell and started shaking to get up. The dark Elf didn't have time to finish him. He slightly turned again to barely deflect a blow from the giant and the first attacker was coming to his side quickly. Panic flared across the back of his mind, but he didn't let it surface at all. The end was never in sight until it was behind you.
The giant had his blade trapped and was about to overturn the struggle with his blade in Galains stomach. Galain only had a few seconds before the giant would get back up from the second and first attackers. Letting go of his blade entirely the giant over balanced and had to step forward one tiny step. In that time Galain moved as fast as he could to bring out one of his other blades. One of his smallest daggers came to his hand first and while the giant finally started lumbering up to finish the pesky Elf off, Galain slashed at his throat and once again kicked out. He couldn't wait to see, Galain focused on the nearest back up coming and threw his dagger at his chest. Swinging to one side he tried to pick his sword up again now that the giant wasn't standing over it, but he couldn't see it. He did see the giant lying still on the ground with a growing pool of blood seeping from him. Trying to get any blade the last attacker jumped at him. They went tumbling and the dark Elf took a sharp elbow to his face, leaving him a bit dazed. He still had daggers on him though and both his hands instinctively went to find one. They both came up fruitful and when the two enemies stopped rolling Galain went immediately into a crouch and lashed out, cutting him across the face and stabbing him in the chest directly. Pulling his short knife out of the dying man he went back to where his sword should have been.
He saw the hilt and half a hands length sticking out from under the giant and covered in blood. The wildman had landed on his own swords edge and ripped himself open. Putting his foot against the man Galain gripped the hilt and pulled. The blood on the blade made his grip slip and he fell backwards into the legs of another wild man who smiled down at him. Galain grabbed the mans knees and lunged forward, tipping the man backwards from his knees being pulled so quickly forward. The dark Elf pivoted and turned and saw a blade plunge into the fallen wildman's stomach.
"Herebrand!" Galain exclaimed. The captain nodded and pulled his blade free of the dying man. Galain quickly gripped his sword hilt again and pulled, succeeding in freeing it. Quickly wiping it off he gripped his companions hand.
"Where's Jesslyn?" Galain still remembered his charge from Laurel.
Herebrand turned and pointed to a body several paces off. It was indeed Jesslyn, turned in a fashion so that the Elf couldn't recognize her from his vantage.
"I saw her fall, then saw you quite set upon." The Captain put a hand on Galain's shoulder and gripped it. "She went out a warrior."
"Perhaps it wasn't her way," Galain said softly. "Come, others are in need."
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