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The fight had been going on for quite a while, with Lanbriel injuring the Easterlings here and there slightly. She had never really gotten a chance to face off with anyone, because everyone was always taken. She wouldn't just barge into someone's battle, as it would be too dangerous.

Then she saw her chance. Haven, running for Ekatran, had been stabbed by the female Easterling, Shivana. Haven was too far away, so Lanbriel could not help her. No. But she could easily harm Shivana, who hadn't noticed her hiding behind a small bush. She was heading for Fionel, who's left arm had been pinned to a tree with Shivana's dagger.

While Shivana went off to stab Haven, Fionel crept on a side of the tree where the now-returning Easterling could not see her. Saying a few taunting things to Fionel, Shivana came nearer and nearer.

Lanbriel saw her chance and drew her dagger. She was first about to draw her spear, but then she realized. If she used the spear, it would make a lot of noise hitting the tree and leaves, and the skilled Easterling would dodge such a clumsy blow. But her dagger, Lanbriel knew she could control that easily.

She saw her chance, and as Shivana was about to stab Fionel again with her dagger, Lanbriel threw out her dagger and hit Shivana straight in her torso. The blow was heavy, and sank deep into Shivana's hips. The hunter cried out, and staggered backwards away from Fionel.

Lanbriel quickly ran over to the pinned slave, and with all her might managed to tear the dagger from the girl's arm and from the tree. Fionel cried out, but the pain was soon gone from her arm and so was the dagger.

Lucky for me, Lanbriel thought, that I wasn't wounded, or I would never have succeeded in freeing Fionel's arm, or stabbing Shivana with such force.

That was definately a BIG mistake. Lanbriel didn't even notice that she took a long break to think this thought, panting from the amount of force she had to use to free Fionel. At the end of her thought, as if to counteract it, a blow met with Lanbriel's right arm. It didn't go far, as the blow's owner happened to be the weakened Shivana.

Lanbriel gasped, but didn't cry out. She had learned from watching that crying out meant to be the sign of weakness to the opponent. She just let herself inwardly wince, and keeping her face expresionless and rock-hard, brought a blow, what she thought was her last, to Shivana's right arm.

Since her hips and feet were still able to function flawlessly unlike Shivana's, she turned and ran away without being pursued. Ignoring the pain rising in waves through her arm, she concentrated on helping Haven now. Fionel could deal with Shivana on her own, she hoped.

Lanbriel approached the fallen girl. She was lying in pools of her own blood, spitting it out constantly. Lanbriel, luckily, had heard what Rhunnaro had said earlier. She had happened to loose her dagger on her way to Haven, so she picked up the other slave's with a soft, 'hope you don't mind' look on her face. But before she could strike, someone managed to strike her own left shoulder. It had been Ekatran.