[Frodess]

Yanithë left with the others. She looked back at each of them in turn (Gromftelt was still wearing the hat with the patch), and finally she looked back at Belegond.

We shall get through this.

She followed the others, no time for thought. She marveled at the pure strength and valor of Ani Dao. Bali was courageous as ever. The others made her brave, for each was ever so valiant in battle.

"For the land I left behind, and for the land yet to come! For hope!" she cried. Yanithë whipped out her sword (until then she had used her arhery equipment). A barrage of orcs and other creatures of malevolence swarmed at the group like so many bees.

They will facemysting!

Strike, and dodge, stike and dodge. It was becoming to her as a graceful dance, and she performed it well. Swinging and side-stepping. Hitting and ducking. All manoeuvres were useful.

She continued this dance, holding on only by sheer adrenaline. The usual place for a blow was the heart or the head. But sometimes she reached for extremities.

Orcs responded in full, and flew upon her with blind malice. It seemed as though these creatures were preternaturally attracted to her. But it mattered not; she would destoy all who came her way. That is, until an Uruk got in the way.

The Uruk-hai sauntered up to her, and the other orcs ran off. The two flew into a battle of stenght and wit, for it knew enough to dodge her blows, and anticipated other moves. She finally gave the creature a great blow to the leg, and in turn, it severed off her sword hand.

In shock, she picked up the sword held in her severed hand and flew at the creature in a dumbfounded rage. She succeeded in lopping off its head, then she ran off for temporary cover. There the swordswoman made a tourniquet for her hand. She picked up her bloodied sword in her other hand, her right, and resumed her fight.