The Psychotic Elf (Continued)

[The Fifth]

Calad managed to cling onto the horse's neck and stay on. After the horse calmed down, he glared up at the faerie, who laughed so cruelly at their misfortune. Wincing with pain at first, he became filled with rage. How dare that thing try to kill us! he thought. He reached for the scabbard of his short sword, but then remembered that it had been taken away. Angry from that, he looked around for anything to use against the "enemy".

He slid off the horse, managing to stay on his feet. The only thing he could find to use against her was a single stone. He picked it up, aimed, and threw it. Being a Wood-Elf raised in Mirkwood, he was trained to have good aim, good enough to hit a single leaf from the branches of a tree in the darkness of the forest. Still, there was a chance she might swerve out of the way.