[Dwarin Thunderhammer]

Dwarin saw the troop of dunedlings approaching through the trees. They would be upon them in seconds. He gripped his weapon tightly and smiled grimly. "Come and fight you filth ridden scum. You will not take this Dwarf alive." He said under his breath. In moments the battle had started and Dwarin had found enough enemies to satisfy his thirst for blood. Haleth dispatched the first attacker. Moments later his axe swept through the midsection of the second. He apparently didn't look down. Beside him stood Haleth Her face burning with rage as she cut through foe after foe with deadly graceful strokes. As the battle heated Dwarins ears heard the cry that had drawn his attention the very first night he spent with the company.

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Kalohern waited for the approach of the dunedlings. The first came upon the boy with sup rising speed, but his progress was halted as soon as the boy's sword Found it's mark in the man's heart. Kalohern found himself missing his horse terribly. The confidence and power of his steed had comforted the boy in their previous encounters. That loneliness however soon turned to rage at the thought that these men might have hurt his horse and Arenia. With that thought lingering in his mind he plunged into the battle with the cry that shook the hearts of his enemies before

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Elwood killed as many from a distance as he could. Soon enough it was hand to hand combat He drew a long knife and slit the throat of the first opponent that came. He moved with speed and accuracy unmatched by any of the company. The dunedlings thought he was a ghost. Through the confusion and bloodshed the elf saw a tall swarthy man raising his sword to strike Dwarin down. The dwarf wasn't even aware of his presence. Without hesitation Elwood hurled his knife at the attacker. With deadly precision the knife struck the unwary man in the spine he crumpled and fell on his own sword.

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Not far off Arenia and Telefax were returning from their mission. Arenia was frightened and weary, but the horse was alert as ever. Suddenly a cry pierced the night. Telefax knew the call of his master. The horse neighed and took off at a blazing speed into the smoke an darkness. Arenia had no idea what was happenening. She clung to the horse's neck for fear of falling off, but there was no chance of that.

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Wounded, Dwarin held his ground as the pool of blood on the ground beneath his and Haleth's feet grew. His concentration was full forward as wave upon wave of attackers came upon them. His footing gave way and behind him he heard the sound of a body falling. When he looked behind him he saw a Dunedling impaled on his own sword, but he also saw a knife sticking out of his back. An elvish knife. H turned his attention once more to the battle in front of him. His shield was becoming well used. A swift breeze passed through the forest surrounding him . He quickly killed a Dunelding who had stumbled from to Haleth's attack. Soon the dwarf and the lady were back to back surrounded by enemies.

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Kalohern was bloody and tired. He had taken several cuts and bruises from enemy clubs and swords. He was being pushed away from the rest of the company slowly but steadily. His feet hurt and his hands grew weak. Without warning the Dunedling in front of him fell with a muffled scream. He had a hoof shaped indentation in his chest. Such joy is rarely known as was in that moment. Kalohern looked into the eyes of his horse and his heart leapt for joy. Wordlessly he mounted his steed with skill and speed. Arenia by now had regained her bearings and was fending off the attackers with a small sword she had gotten from a dead body. Kalohern let out a second cry this time not of fear or pain, but of victory. Kalohern felt truly invincible on his steed. His body filled with new energy and the pain left him. He plunged back into the battle not as a boy not as a young man but as a full fledged warrior with burning eyes and cold steel.

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Elwood was in the thick of everything. He had retrieved his knife and was once more at the attackers. He was being overwhelmed. Three of them were upon him at once. He warded off blows as much as he could. Taking hits and being beaten down. The circle surrounding Dwarin and Haleth was shrinking. All seemed lost. As Dwarin prepared for the final moments. He spied a strange figure burst through the trees. The Dunedlings were thrown into chaos. Haleth saw her chance at withdrew. Dwarin was unwilling but she grabbed him by his beard and dragged him off into the night. Elwood also saw his chance and dissappeared into the trees. Even kalohern knew this opportunity would not come again so he spurred his steed and melted into the night.