[The Fifth]

(( Ah, okay. ))

Calad advanced towards Adoir, before hearing Thengise's and Collette's shouts, but he was too angry to care about that. Adoir looked sternly at him, but remembered Faramir's orders. Don't kill him.., thought Adoir, ..although he killed Theros, and will try to kill me.

The elf tried to tackle the man, and slightly afraid for his life now, Adoir swung the blade, tearing off some of the fabric of his ragged moss-colored jerkin, and causing a small cut near his collarbone. Calad winced, but saw that there was not that much damage, and drew his right arm back, clenched into a fist. He growled, attempted to punch him, but missed only by a few inches. Adoir looked briefly at the elf, who began to charge for another attack. Adoir quickly grabbed Calad by the waist, not letting go no matter how much he squirmed and shouted and bit at his gloved hands.