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Himaran · 08-04-2003, 05:58 PM

The warg attack was swift and vicious, the horses being their first target. Brytta was thrown to the ground as his horse fell prey to the deadly teeth of the predator. Leaping up, he saw the others of his company fighting for their lives; outnumbered nearly two to one by the assaulting pack.

The warg which had attacked his horse was finishing it off, sinking its teeth into the flank of the noble steed. Seeing that it was distracted, Brytta unsheathed his sword and ran at it; hacking at the creature's unprotected neck. The warg's body fell away from its head; the latter still stuck to the side of Brytta's horse.

Turning away from the carnage, the man was charged at by a second warg. Brytta threw himself on the ground, rolling off to the side as the beast pounced on the place he had stood a moment before. It lunged again, but this time into the outstretched blade of Brytta's sword. The warg jumped away, reeling from the fresh wound to its shoulder.

Brytta stood, his sword pointed at the beast; fencing it away from him. Backing up slowly, the man failed to see the dead warg behind him, and fell backwards overtop of it. His sword clattered to the ground, and the warg charged; sensing the vulnerability of its prey. It managed to catch a glancing blow on Brytta's arm, but was run through the back by Aldwulf's spear.

Ignoring his wound, Brytta surveyed the battle field. The wargs were all either dead or driven off, and the stench of death covered the small stretch of the Gap. Finding his horse alive, but mortally wounded, Brytta had no choice but to take its life. There was no reason to leave it to suffer.

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Accept for minor injuries, the group was unharmed. But devestating to Brytta was the loss of not one, but all of the company's horses. The long, dusty and undesirable trek north would have to be done on foot. But the group tried to keep hope, and started off within the hour; knowing that if there had been a chance of their capture by the authorities before, it was doubled by the catastrophe at the Gap.

08-04-2003, 05:58 PM	#50
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	The warg attack was swift and vicious, the horses being their first target. Brytta was thrown to the ground as his horse fell prey to the deadly teeth of the predator. Leaping up, he saw the others of his company fighting for their lives; outnumbered nearly two to one by the assaulting pack. The warg which had attacked his horse was finishing it off, sinking its teeth into the flank of the noble steed. Seeing that it was distracted, Brytta unsheathed his sword and ran at it; hacking at the creature's unprotected neck. The warg's body fell away from its head; the latter still stuck to the side of Brytta's horse. Turning away from the carnage, the man was charged at by a second warg. Brytta threw himself on the ground, rolling off to the side as the beast pounced on the place he had stood a moment before. It lunged again, but this time into the outstretched blade of Brytta's sword. The warg jumped away, reeling from the fresh wound to its shoulder. Brytta stood, his sword pointed at the beast; fencing it away from him. Backing up slowly, the man failed to see the dead warg behind him, and fell backwards overtop of it. His sword clattered to the ground, and the warg charged; sensing the vulnerability of its prey. It managed to catch a glancing blow on Brytta's arm, but was run through the back by Aldwulf's spear. Ignoring his wound, Brytta surveyed the battle field. The wargs were all either dead or driven off, and the stench of death covered the small stretch of the Gap. Finding his horse alive, but mortally wounded, Brytta had no choice but to take its life. There was no reason to leave it to suffer. ___________________________________________ Accept for minor injuries, the group was unharmed. But devestating to Brytta was the loss of not one, but all of the company's horses. The long, dusty and undesirable trek north would have to be done on foot. But the group tried to keep hope, and started off within the hour; knowing that if there had been a chance of their capture by the authorities before, it was doubled by the catastrophe at the Gap.