* Nardol's arrow sang through the air and bit into the neck of the Orc who'd attacked Estelarion, but not deeply enough to slow him down completely ... just yet. The Orc, seeing at the last moment yet another danger, hurled a stone at Gandalf. Gandalf had just been about to send fire upon that very Orc, until the stone hit his right hand holding his staff upraised. The wizard cried out, fumbled the staff and bent to retrieve it with his left hand. *
* Meanwhile, Nardol's sword missed the Orc closing in to fight at close quarters with a scimitar. The scimitar likewise swung wide, missing its mark. Nearby, Nardol's valiant steed Rustal dealt a death-blow to the Half-Orc who'd been staggering around with Nardol's earlier arrow in his chest. *
* Andreth's second arrow flew as if charmed into her opponent's stomach. Suddenly, the Half-Orc stopped his grinning and leering. Trying to run, he pitched forward and fell, then tried crawling away. *
* Aislan sighed. Midnight decided that once he was close enough to see the fire that meant camp was near, he preferred to stubbornly nibble choice blades of grass while battle raged around him. At least Aislan could see that the horse had recovered from his earlier fear. But now the horse only flicked his ears at her if she tried to coax him to move. *
* Four Orcs remained standing, though one was badly wounded. *
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