[Eowyn Skywalker]

Hanindur made a slight face-- the ranger had been hoping it was over. After the amount of fighting that had gone on over the last while, he was getting slightly tired of it, though he was used to it. At least this battle had been fairly short, the one he had killed had been less of a challenge than a 12 year old boy had been... luckly he had not had to face one of the dogs. Those had been vicious looking creatures, wolfen, and evil.

The hope to be able to resheath his sword was vanquished for a moment, as he watched to see what would happen-- to see if his blade would be needed again. One thing was certain, and that was with the choice to follow Arathorn, and the others this time-- his blade would not go unused. No, there was no dust to settle on the once shining blade, not with the amount of times they had needed to fight. First the trolls, which had been a heavy battle, and then now-- and it was inevitable to say that there would be more.

Hanindur sighed slightly. At least with this battle they had captured the horses, which meant for less walking, anyhow. That would be useful-- for at least something good had came from the shorter fight.