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Primrose Bolger · 10-20-2004, 12:32 AM

The foul Elf’s arrows were irritating Broga no end. Several of them had nicked the horses he was after and sent them rearing and slashing at him as they’d been driven to the edge of the hill. He’d managed to swing his club at one of the beasts, knocking the horse across his broad chest. Breath knocked from him, the horse struggled with his footing. His back hooves scrabbled against the loose rock at the edge of the hill but could find no purchase. With a scream, the horse pitched over the lip of the plateau. The two others, seeing the Troll was distracted, whinnied loudly and tore off around him on each side.

Grimm, in the meantime had landed a few blows near the Ranger, but the man was fast on his feet. And that sword of his – Grimm had forgotten how hard those blades could bite. Already he’d several slices on his legs and forearms that were dripping with blood. And the Elven archer’s arrows, bit into the tender folds between the scales on his hide, like a swarm of irritating gnats. ‘Brother,’ he yelled. ‘Give us a hand!’

Broga left off his attempts at wrangling and lumbered over to Grimm’s side. He could see that one of the Orcs had already been done in by the other man with the sword. Two of the three Orcs were pressing in on the man, harrying him with their own jagged blades. The third Orc had zig-zagged around and was angling toward the Ranger.

The two Trolls began moving toward the Elf swinging at him with club and hammer . . .

10-20-2004, 12:32 AM	#92
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	The foul Elf’s arrows were irritating Broga no end. Several of them had nicked the horses he was after and sent them rearing and slashing at him as they’d been driven to the edge of the hill. He’d managed to swing his club at one of the beasts, knocking the horse across his broad chest. Breath knocked from him, the horse struggled with his footing. His back hooves scrabbled against the loose rock at the edge of the hill but could find no purchase. With a scream, the horse pitched over the lip of the plateau. The two others, seeing the Troll was distracted, whinnied loudly and tore off around him on each side. Grimm, in the meantime had landed a few blows near the Ranger, but the man was fast on his feet. And that sword of his – Grimm had forgotten how hard those blades could bite. Already he’d several slices on his legs and forearms that were dripping with blood. And the Elven archer’s arrows, bit into the tender folds between the scales on his hide, like a swarm of irritating gnats. ‘Brother,’ he yelled. ‘Give us a hand!’ Broga left off his attempts at wrangling and lumbered over to Grimm’s side. He could see that one of the Orcs had already been done in by the other man with the sword. Two of the three Orcs were pressing in on the man, harrying him with their own jagged blades. The third Orc had zig-zagged around and was angling toward the Ranger. The two Trolls began moving toward the Elf swinging at him with club and hammer . . . Last edited by Primrose Bolger; 10-20-2004 at 02:12 AM.