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Like most of the others, Paladir was beginning to feel the effects of the battle. He was worn out and needed a place to breathe but the trolls would not allow it, and now they seemed to be stronger than ever before. Suddenly, Paladir glanced to see two bodies on the floor, the bodies of Arathorn and Owacyn.
No, Paladir thought to himself. Not Arathorn, he’s our leader and we need him to get anywhere in this fight. Please let him be alive! And Owacyn can’t die… He’s not the type to do that!! A weak smile came to Paladir’s face as he saw them move, when Elrohir and Elladan went over to check up on them. But, he knew they could do no more in this fight, and Paladir and the others would have to Finnish the battle on their own. This would be a difficult task, of course, with Arathorn, Owacyn and Hanindur now unable to help due to injuries.
Paladir was playing it safe against the trolls, not trying any fancy moves like Aragorn and Owacyn, incase it lead to him also being knocked out of battle, or even dead. Nor was Paladir trying to beat Arathorn’s and Owacyn’s score in the amount of trolls they killed, and even if he was he knew it would be a difficult task.
A troll swung his mace and Paladir dodged it, severed one of its limbs and finished it with a final blow to its head. “That’s for Arathorn you scum!!” He said as the troll fell to the ground. “And this is for Owacyn and Hanindur!!!” He yelled yet again as he sliced the neck of another.
Paladir seemed to feel a flame rekindle inside of him, giving him energy to kill all the trolls, and he felt as if air wasn’t needed anymore. The trolls were still many, but eventually, Paladir knew that they would all perish.
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