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Jesslyn...
"Fire!" Jesslyn shouted from their place on a low hill overlooking the camp. They were close, not too far away at all. The archers were lined along in single file across the hill, shielded by the brush and dark trees. Bowstrings stretched thin before her command, and bowstrings were loosed after her command. It was amazing, and Jesslyn loved the feeling and passion before and during battle. There was power, there was desire, there was hope, and everything else all at once. Jesslyn let loose her own arrow and watched as all the forty-some arrows soared through the clear air with confident certainty.
Jesslyn let loose her second arrow, this time it was on fire. The signal. Galain and Goroth shot arrow after arrow, downing Wild Men like they'd been doing it since they were born (which might have been true, for all Jesslyn knew). Everything seemed to be going their way, and Jesslyn doubted anything going wrong. Jesslyn also doubted that she would lose any of her archers, since they were safely hidden by the brush and foliage.
But this hope was dashed as the Wild Men regained their senses and began to fight back despite their distraught manner at having been caught off guard. Some took up bows and began sending a hail of arrows up at the Swan Wood archers. Slowly, Jesslyn's numbers started to dwindle, as archers were being shot down one by one. Jesslyn looked over at Galain, who did not look over and just continued shooting. Then she turned to look at Goroth, who shrugged and followed his brother's actions. Jesslyn's loss of hope became visible in her eyes, and it was painful for her to see the other archers fall slowly but surely.
So she drew her sword.
"Charge!" she cried, lifting her sword as the remaining archers followed suit. Goroth and Galain looked over at her with surprise on their Elven faces. Jesslyn smiled, and took off down the hill and into the chaos of the campsite battle. It was envigorating, fighting with her sword once again, up close and personal with the disgusting Wild Men.
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Cartil...
Making an effort to stay within sight of Laurel, Cartil worked his way carefully in the crowds of grunting, gurgling Wild Men. Cartil was still dizzy, but being in this tide-changing battle convinced him it was worthi his life. The Wild Men became slightly disheartened at the loss of their leader at the hands of Laurel, but this only sent them in a life-saving frenzy as each Wild Men fought for his own existance.
Laurel gave Cartil hope every time he began to lose it, just the sight of her fighting for what she loved and what was hers made him fight back with the courage that just reflected off of her. The battle became almost surreal because Cartil was certain that nothing bad could happen with Laurel leading them. Cartil kept himself from smiling with pride as he fought, because it would be haughty even though he knew they would be successful. Their leader was down, and their numbers were waning. The Wild Men were finished with their stay in Alphirion and the Swan Wood.
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