Anarya saw the bats come down upon the elf stranger as he fell. She ran to where the creatures crowded over his huddled body and viciously slashed at them with her knife.
All who were not wounded terribly came to help her.
Finnaly the creatures were all killed or had run away, leaving the stranger's limp body.
Novannon dropped to her kness and put her head to the stranger's bleeding chest.
"He stills breathes and he has a faint heartbeat," She announced sitting up, her cheek stained red with blood, "But we need to get him help."
Novannon picked up the strangers feet while Tinuiel carried his head. Anarya tried to make herslef usefull by holding the elf's middle up to keep him elevated, but he was too heavy for her.
Looking back at Rudhchamion, she saw that he had somehow gotten himself wounded and was trying to nurse his bleeding shoulder.
"Are you all right?" She asked coming up to him. She felt the cool slide of blood slip down the left side of her face that had abtained a small scratch, "It seems that you look worse off now than what how I was a few hours ago."
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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