[Galadel Vinorel]

When the fighting had begun, Gaddy had been surrounded by a ring of men and women, and now he was alone, surrounded by wolves. Swiftly swinging his sword, the hobbit cut two of the wolvews in their sides, knocking them away, but the one behind him bit deep into the back of his leg and the hobbit fell forward onto the ground.

Behind him Gaddy heard a thump and turned around to see the wolf that had attacked him lying dead with an arrow sticking out of him. Looking around, the lead hobbit could not see Nariah in the frenzy of battle, and so he turned his attehtion back to his attackers.

The two wolves were now circling him again, and each of them had a nasty cut on their side. They growled at Gaddy as he stood up, leaning heavily on his right, uninjured, leg. Suddenly one of the wolves leapt up, heading straight for Gaddy's right hand, so that he could knock his sword away and finish this battle. But Gaddy was too quick and he struck his sword right through the throat of the wolf as he ran up.

The wolf felt back, gasping for breath, then charged one more time. The male wolf lunged at Gaddy and was able to swipe his paw across the hobbit's stomach, causing a deep wound, before Gaddy thrust his sword right through the skull of the wolf. Now Gaddy faced his final attacker.

The wolf circled Gaddy one last time, then howled and leapt for the hobbit's throat. As he leapt, Gaddy pulled his knife from his side and flung it into one of the wolf's eyes. The wolf fell back, and then ran full speed at Gaddy's left leg, swiped it with his paw, and knocked the hobbit to the ground. Standing on top of him, the wolf bent down to snap the hobbit's neck, but Gaddy was ready for him. Quickly, the sheepraiser raised his right hand, still holding his sword, and cut the head of the wolf off.

Pushing the wolf off of him, Gaddy stood up as well as he could, and looked around him. Some people were lying dead in the road, while most everyone else had a wound of some sort.

Hearing yells from behind him, Gaddy turned to see a mob of farmers, many with burning branches in their hands, running up along the road. Gaddy smiled to himself; you could always trust farmers to help you when you needed them. As the farmers came running up, the wolves, under command of the wargs, drew away from their prey and formed a line blocking the farmers from the company....

[ January 09, 2003: Message edited by: Galadel Vinorel ]