An ululating war cry split the chaos around them as Bulvard rushed at the assailants, they seemed far more formidable than wargs.
His broadsword in one hand and a foot long blade in the other, the large man, slashed and hacked his way forward. Elanor had slipped away from his grasp and he caught a glimpse of Elwyn as she struggled against a netting thrown over her. Everything seemed to spin, and from the corner of his eye, the tall, white haired warrior saw Ransom stumble and fall to the ground.
Suddenly Culloth was by his side, brandishing a bloodied sword, "What's going on now?" she shouted over the din.
"A newer, more potent evil is..." but before Bulvard could finish a bolt of sheer energy hit the ground before them, lifting and hurling the sister and brother high into the air and over the nearby trees.
Landing with heavy thuds, the two warriors lay on their backs. Then Tumnaooriel suddenly appeared before Bulvard’s eyes.
“Oh no!” she gasped and gently caressed the large warrior's blood stained face. "Please don't be dead."
Culloth sat up with a grunt, “Quick, to arms. Our allies are being taken.” She struggled to her feet even as Tumnaooriel sighed in relief and helped Bulvard up.
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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