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Eowyn Skywalker · 06-03-2004, 08:59 PM

Hanindur closed his eyes for a bare moment as he stood behind the trees, and drew his sword. He heard Arathorn's last orders, and on, until he heard the sound of an arrow cutting through the air, and to the center of the ring. The second wave had began.

He opened his eyes, holding his sword in both hands, and, along with all the others, appeared into the midst of the trolls. But this time the trolls had a greater advantage, and it was the one advantage that he feared. They had maces.

Hanindur grimaced, it wasn't funny to be up against an enemy with a mace, he knew, he had been there once before, though only once, and he didn't favor doing so again. But there was no choice in the matter, they had to fight the trolls, and win, or they would all die. And he wasn't too fond of that idea, many of the other Rangers and Elves had families in Rivendell, or other places. He was not one to let his companions die beside him.

He took his sword, and plunged into battle.

It was a dangerous path, weaving in and around the troll's hammers, and maces, and other weapons. Hanindur made himself concentrate on only finishing their battle here, and it would not be easy, he knew that as a fact. Go under... he thought in his mind, diving underneath a hammer strike, and thrusting upwards with his sword at the troll. He continued to thrust, and dodge all blows, until the troll crumpled to the ground. Pulling himself to his feet sharply, Hanindur realized with a start that he was wounded. Blood stained his left arm, and it was not just the black blood of the trolls, it was his own.

He didn't feel the pain there, and tried to put it as far from his mind as he continued to fight, for his life, and for that of his companions.

It was as he noticed from the corner of his eye one of the others go down that Hanindur realized that this could very well be his last battle, and that of his companions. There were more trolls, and there was a chance that they would die. If they had been nearing the end of the battle, he would've wept the loss of Anga, but the battle had just started, and there was no time for that now. There was nothing to do put fight, and that he did, for himself, for the death of Anga, and for the lives of his companions.

06-03-2004, 08:59 PM	#69
Eowyn Skywalker Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Somewhere far, far away. Eh. Posts: 402	Hanindur Hanindur closed his eyes for a bare moment as he stood behind the trees, and drew his sword. He heard Arathorn's last orders, and on, until he heard the sound of an arrow cutting through the air, and to the center of the ring. The second wave had began. He opened his eyes, holding his sword in both hands, and, along with all the others, appeared into the midst of the trolls. But this time the trolls had a greater advantage, and it was the one advantage that he feared. They had maces. Hanindur grimaced, it wasn't funny to be up against an enemy with a mace, he knew, he had been there once before, though only once, and he didn't favor doing so again. But there was no choice in the matter, they had to fight the trolls, and win, or they would all die. And he wasn't too fond of that idea, many of the other Rangers and Elves had families in Rivendell, or other places. He was not one to let his companions die beside him. He took his sword, and plunged into battle. It was a dangerous path, weaving in and around the troll's hammers, and maces, and other weapons. Hanindur made himself concentrate on only finishing their battle here, and it would not be easy, he knew that as a fact. Go under... he thought in his mind, diving underneath a hammer strike, and thrusting upwards with his sword at the troll. He continued to thrust, and dodge all blows, until the troll crumpled to the ground. Pulling himself to his feet sharply, Hanindur realized with a start that he was wounded. Blood stained his left arm, and it was not just the black blood of the trolls, it was his own. He didn't feel the pain there, and tried to put it as far from his mind as he continued to fight, for his life, and for that of his companions. It was as he noticed from the corner of his eye one of the others go down that Hanindur realized that this could very well be his last battle, and that of his companions. There were more trolls, and there was a chance that they would die. If they had been nearing the end of the battle, he would've wept the loss of Anga, but the battle had just started, and there was no time for that now. There was nothing to do put fight, and that he did, for himself, for the death of Anga, and for the lives of his companions. Last edited by Eowyn Skywalker; 06-03-2004 at 11:52 PM.