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Herebrand
His horse spurred forth, and springing down the slope, he called forth his army of Rohirrim to the battle.
'To Swan Wood!' he yelled and soon the great mass of horses were upon the enemy. Clashing and breaking of shields rang through the clear evening, and Herebrand could see the panic in the Wild Men's eyes as one by one they fell.
He pricked his ears as he heard the cry of a young woman. He saw Jesslyn Stone run into battle with her sword raised, and marvelled at her bravery at such a time. It seemed to fill him with greater energy, and he fought feverishly...
Ohtaredan
Ohtaredan felt a stir of joy as he saw the men of Rohan battel bravely uner the command of Herebrand. He also saw the strength they and the Gondorians took from the Elf-woman Lanaey, as she fought tirelessly.
Slashing wildly, hitting Wild Men every which way, he began to realise that hope was indeed kindled, and that Swan Wood may just be free. So he fought on, in renewed strength.
But his fortunes were not all well. In his musings, he did not see a Wild Man come attacking, and he was dragged from his horse. With a yelp, he thrashed out to defend himself, but before the Wild Man could land a killing blow, a spear went through his chest.
Ohtaredan could see the face of his Captain as he got to his feet and grabbed for his steed. Herebrand said 'Let us hope you stay on your horse now, friend!'
Ohtaredan swiftly mounted again, and rode into the throng again.
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Laurel
Laurel fought on out of the cover of trees, her sword covered in blood, but her heart swelling with the hope that came. She now fought alongside Jesslyn, who had charged into the battle with a loud cry that had made Laurel very proud of her.
As the archers swarmed forwards, Laurel lost sight of Annunfuin and Cartil. But not fearing their safety greatly, she fought on as the Wild Men kept charging like cornered beasts.
Laurel was attacked by one, and was surpirsed by his ferocity. Backing into the trees slightly, she eventually found a break in his blows, and caught her blade in his shoulderblade.
Stooping a little to pull her sword out, she was caught quickly from behind, and a cold hand snaked over her mouth before she could cry out. A slender but long blade prodded her throat, and a voice mumbled:
'I have you now. Do not cry out, My Lady, it will do you little good'
Laurel kicked and tried to swing her arms out, but the blade began to draw blood, so she stopped her struggling.
She simply stumbled backwards as he led her into the trees...
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