[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor flinched as she heard a scream near her, then realised with surprise that it wasnt hers. Slowly she opened her eyes to see her attacker plunging his longsword into an orc near her. Further away the elf who had nearly killed her was whirling a quarterstaff taking out the creatures left, right and centre. Quickly deciding that an orcish disguise was not all it was hooked up to be and definitly not a good career move in the whole life deal. Closing her eyes she focused on her human appearance and got the bizzare gt wrenching feeling she knew shed never get used to when she changed appearance. Come to think of it, there might not be another chance to change. Her heightened senses warned her of danger, and she rolled to the side of the tree, snapping her eyes open to see her attacker wrenching his sword from the tree in the position where she had been before. Her eyebrows shot up as she saw it was Bulvard- his eyebrows shot up as he realised she was definitly not an orc. Whirling around he caught an orc in the arm, which certainly took away his attention. She ducked as an arrow flew at her head, before its owner was dispatched with a scream by Ain. Elanor flashed a smile at her before grasping wildly at the straps that held her sais, cursing under her breath as she remembered shed left them with her robe and Elwyns weapons behind the tree along the road. Elwyn! She stared around realising with a wrench that she had no idea where her friend had gone. She had no weapons at all as far as Elanor knew. At least Elanor had the orc blade-admitedly not brilliant, but still sharp...ish...
Elwyn must be somewhere in the forest...Elanor had got her into this mess, and Elanor was sooo going to get her out of it. Diving out of the way of another arrow Elanor made her way into the forest to find her the elf...