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Hanindur just stared as the wall shattered. It took a moment for him to realize, and understand why it had just broken. "One thousand orcs," he breathed out, in a deaded shock. As the wall shattered, the two horses that they had found bolted, in terror. In the back of his mind, Hanindur understood that the two horses would be needed by the twins. "This is the end," he said, at the same time as Owacyn.
"Or the beginning," Arathorn said. "Goodbye, friend."
And after that, all was thrown to pieces as the thousand orcs attacked. Hanindur had the strangest feeling then, that none of them were going to survive this, unless there was a miracle. And over the last while they had been in short supply of miracles. At least when I die, I'll die with honor. Hanindur thought, as all thoughts of the past were drove from his mind, and he found himself battling the present.
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