[The Perky Ent]

The battle was short. After Owacyn's dramatic heroics, it wasn't very hard for the group. Especially the elves. Together, Elladan and Elrohir had killed 2 men before Arathorn could even kill one of the riders. Hanindur and Beroth killed the others. It was Arathorn who killed Wulfson. He ran up to Wulfson and sliced his right shoulder. Falling on the ground, Wulfson was pinned and couldn't use his arm to save himself. Lying there helplessly, Wulfson began to moan.

"Awww!" Wulfson said in a raspy voice, sucking in small amounts of air in short intervels. "My arm is ruined!" Wulfson continued, "My body is worthless. My life is worth nothing! Please! Have a heart! We're all on the same side, aren't we?"

Arathorn paused. Wulfson began coughing, still waiting for mercy from Arathorn. There was silence for a moment. Then, suprising everyone, including Wulfson, Arathorn calmed his grip on his sword. "No savage. We are not on the same team. However, I will give you mercy...but it will cost you."

Arathorn's face was rock solid, unlike Wulfson, who was whimpering. "You are a savior! I will pay whatever price! Just please let me live!" Wulfson said, trying to clasp his right hand with his left. "You will pay the price for your life, murderer?" Arathorn said, lowering his sword to Wulfson's neck. "Yes! Yes! Just let me live!" Arathorn lifted his sword from the Dunlending's neck, and moved his sword into a stabbing position. "Here is what you pay!" And in one swift movement, Arathorn punctured Wulfson's other shoulder.

Screaming bloody murder, Wulfson began cursing at Arathorn madly. "What have you done?!?" Wulfson said, his face red as a cherry. "What good is living without my arms?! You idiot! How could you do this to me?" Arathorn's face was as much as stone as when he showed mercy. "That was the price for spareing your life. He accepted. In saving your life, I have stopped you from ever killing again" "You," Wulfson was mad now. All sanity that might have been in him left with the blood flowing from his shoulder. "You think I still can't kill? We'll see about that! Maravmar!" and as he shouted, the last living dog ran twords Arathorn.

"You coward!" Elrohir shouted, as he was watching the event from behind. Before the dog could even jump on Arathorn, Eldin suprised everyone as he weakly threw a dagger at the dog, killing it. After this, Arathorn could take no more. "This is how you treat life? You would waste such a precious gift? Surely Anga or Nuwethion would not. Had I the power to determine who has life, I would surely use it. But I believe that a man should use every power he has. And I know the one just for you!" The was silence for a split second. "Death" Arathorn said, stabbing Wulfson for the third time, but this time, in the heart. Spitting up small amounts of blood, Wulfson exhaled greatly, and lived no more.

"Is it over?" Hanindur said to Arathorn. "No" Arathorn said, pointing to two figures in the distance. They were Owacyn and Ulfang.