Arië was caught off guard when the orcs had attacked, and found herself in the middle of about seven angry orcs. What evil is this! she called to herself before drawing her bow and slaying two of the foul creatures. She caught a glance of Ceros and Ihwesta both fighting as many as she, Ainemention had a lesser number and Reyn and Taurëwen seemed capable in slaying all orcs which they encountered.
There were still five orcs clambering around Arië, each wondering who would get to kill the dainty elf and have her for supper. The Younger had never felt so small in her life, she had never lay eyes upon her putrid foe before this day. Only the tales that were told by the guards of the king and other elves that were friends of her parents. They had always spoke of these creatures dimly and Arië had only ever been curious. She wished now that she had not been.
After three more orcs were felled at her hand, The Younger was horrified to find that she had run short of arrows in her quiver. A cold sweat ran down her spine and her blood ran chill. The two orcs remaining laughed at her. Go ahead, laugh your ugly heads off... she thought, for it was well known that she was more able in hand to hand combat than she was with a bow.
Arië raised her hands inot the air and dropped her bow on the ground as if in surrender. The orcs inched foward. As soon as they were close enough she took from her side, the handiest of all weapons that she posessed, A shining engraved dagger, withing two seconds her handiwork had prevaled and both remaining orcs fell dead to the ground, one gutted. The other slashed in the throat.
Just when she thought she was done, form the corner of erh eye came another. Arië ducked, but not in time as the orc brought the crocked end of his sword across her back, scraping away her skin in a 4 inch tear. Not knowing what had happened to her Arië dropped to the ground and rolled and stabbed the orc in the back making sure to drag the dagger the length of his torso.
"Ihwesta! What are we doing! We cant get out!" she cried.
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