[The Ruling Ring]

"Kane, if you want to go, leave now. I'm not leaving. If it be to my death, so be it. I won't leave yet. Anuion, I call a one on one, no swords or bows, no elves ready to save you. Just you and me. That, or I can just kill you now. I'd prefer to give you another chance, as you did for me."

Maeralagos' back stiffened at this, directing his attention from Telpeheled and the Easterling. What could he do? What should he do? Should he let this happen? Let this Easterling have some kind of match with Anuion? This was not what this mission was meant to be! His arm quivering, his wound burning and throbbing, Maeralagos let the arrow fly at the girl from his hiding place, then straightened up, loaded the bow again, redirected the bow, and fired at Telpeheled's Easterling, before his arm seized up with the injury. He stifled a yell of agony, doubling over, clutching his arm, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt sweat forming on his brow.