"Gamba!" Alasse shouted as she grabbed one of the varios torches which were lighting the room and waved it at the vicious warg, "Here! she tossed the torch at the hobbit who was still clinging to the wargs back despite all its attempts to throw him.
Quickly she ran to the other side of the stage and grabbed another torch.
"Get back you nasty warg! I've got a torch and I'm not afraid to use it." to prove her point she again lunged at the warg this time the torch conected with its tail and it yelped and began to back away. She had never fought like this before! she was a Musician! Not a Warrior!
Suddenly she was thrown to the floor as the third warg which she had somehow forgotten about lunged at her.
"Help!..."
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He teacheth my hands to war; so that a bow of steel is broken by my arms.-II Samuel 22:35
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