With skill borne of years of practice, Gwyn drew her sword and swiftly ended the life of the nearest Warg. To distract herself from the pain she felt about her brother, Gwyn occupied herself in the aiding of her comrades and companions from the Orc menace. Even as she fought, Gwyn could not help wondering about the others - whom, try as she might to prevent it, she was already attached to - and how they were faring. With a glance out of the corner of her eye, never once distracting her main gaze from her foes, and smiled. She knew then that she had joined up with the best fighters in Middle Earth, and she feared not for their safety. Like a human whirlwind Gwyn tore through the Wargs, going at a steady pace, unti the teeth of one especially bold Warg - although he paid for his bravery - bit Gwyn on her swordarm, leaving a wound from elbow to wrist. Gwyn nearly dropped her sword then, as she shook off the Warg and turned from the battle. At the back of the lines she fell from the horse, and tired to bandage her wounds. She cursed herself inwardly for letting her guard down, for allowing that Warg to penetrate her defences. The pain was too much for Gwyn, and she damned her weakness as she felt herself slipping into unconciousness.
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