[Amanaduial the archer]

Hreeza blew open the door in a most dramatic way that befitted the circumstances. The scene inside seemed frozen; the two rangers in the corner were still not moving, but the sprite could not tell whether this was because they were still under the spell or whether they were just strategically staying still. The huge man, Bran, was cowering in the corner, the wide eyed children behind him, and at the centre of the room, the two elves circled each other dangerously, swords held at the ready.

Hreeza assesed this is an second, and then the scene came alive as Morluinien lunged at Elentari, the point of her sword slicing a small cut in the others cheek. The dark one screamed, surprising Hreeza; it was not after all her who had gotten cut.

The scene then fully came to life, the elves swords flashing in front of them, clashing metallically. Bran leapt with a roar at the group in the doorway, but was stopped as Anroth threw himself in his way and began grappling with the giant.Dykoria shakily got to her feet, looking a little embarrassed at having to be rescued, something Hreeza really wouldve taken satisfaction in if circumstances hadnt been so pressing. She exchanged a look with Arawil, who nodded; the maias pale eyes were still on the pair of fighting elves, waiting for the right moment as Hreeza flew to the children sitting wide eyed and stiff in the corner.

"Come on little ones!" She whispered, her voice enchanting and musical. The little elves looked around, catching only the occasional glimmer of silver in the corner of their eyes to define the sprite. Hreeza loved children, but right now she REALLY needed them to move.

"Come, follow my voice playful ones! The witch cannot hurt you while I am here!" Her voice was joyful and playful as she spoke. "And if you dont Ill leave you here because I really have other things to do!" She thought, but didnt say it. Slowly the children began to follow the musical chiming voice of the elemental but their eyes never left the fighting sorceress...