[Mattius]

The fighting had become intense, from all directions easterlings poured forth with arrows raining in without rest. Mattius unleashed Angmarth, who danced with pleasure at being used and flashed with dark blood. All around there were screams of their attackers but one shook Mattius to the core. LinGalad had taken a hit to his leg, an arrow had pierced him and the voice used for sweet elven songs, was distraught with pain and anguish.

Temporarily turning to see, Mattius watched as the elf managed to overcome the pain of his wound and carry on the fight. Just in time the one thousand year old elf turned back to see an easterling of some size race towards him from the trees. They exchanged sword blows and the elf seemed to be getting beat until an elvish arrow sped and pierced the big man's arm, giving Mattius the chance to slit the neck and break the jaw of his enemy. It was after he fell that Mattius felt the pain in his right arm, burning and freezing and the same time, he knew then it was an elven arrow. Fortunately not poisoned as the easterling's were.

Struggling he broke off the shaft as close to the end as possible, switched his sword to his left hand and battled on. LinGalad had managed to pierce him with an arrow, he would have to make a joke about it later and see if the minstrel would understand it.

[ October 30, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ]