"We must retreat!" Esgallhugwen heard Thoronmir call across the plain, it was then she realized that they were no longer together as one group but had spread out during the fighting. A significant amount of corpses had encircled Morsereg and herself, he had no choice but to leap across or crush their bones with his massive heavy hooves.
She urged him on calling to the others who may not have heard "retreat" she shouted, slashing the face of another rider. The vile man clutched at his face in pain letting go of the reins, his horse reared in terror and he fell backwards onto one of his dead companions, Falco finished him off.
A barrage of arrows came swooping past above her head, Eswen could distinctly hear someone from the other side crying "bring her down, bring them all down!" his voice was harsh and loud. She bolted to one side then to the other, trying to dodge and loose some of her own arrows upon them.
Esgallhugwen had taken down five men and wounded five more before she was hit, twice in the thigh and once in the front of her left shoulder. Giving a blood curdling scream at the men that shot her she killed them swiftly, two in the chest one penetrating the skull.
The hot blood began to ooze from her leg and across her arm as she sped toward Thoronmir and Lumiel who were trying to make their way out of the fray. Mosereg whinnied with concern for his friend and master "I'll be fine, keep going!" she told him gently yet sternly.
Her whole body throbbed with every heartbeat, but she was used to being wounded in battle having fought many a time before. A smooth white scar ran across her back from many years ago when she was captured by orcs and tortured for who knows how long in those deep treacherous caves, slashed, beaten, and stricken by hot blades and whips.
Esgallhugwen always remembered her mother having died there. Her passion grew, vigour and power renewed in her limbs she struck the enemy with renewed force, aiding in the company's retreat.
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