The company halted, awaiting the orc charge. Gelding turned two arrows away with his shield, and Sjorging stood tall, bracing himself. The orcs broke upon the company like a wave, but the infantry held strong. Again, and again, the orcs charged, but again, and again, the line held. The orc horde could not break through the strong Gondorian defense, and had no choice but to flee back to Gundabad.
Uther sent the command to charge forward, it was now or never. Then catching Uther totally off guard the Goblin reinforcements began pouring down the Mountain. Even fiercer then the orcs. The combat was fierce, it was every man for himself now. Uther's cavalry was surrounded, Sjorging and the other sergeants, were trying to hold the men together. Doom seemed inevitable.
An orc slashed at Beluf, but it wasn't sharp enough to pierce through the tough Gondor steel. Beluf dispatched him quickly, but their were too many orcs, they were swarming around everywhere. Another orc jumped him from behind, and stabbed him underneath the arm, the bite was deep, and Beluf collapsed to the ground. Adranel let out a horrifying scream.
That was it, the sergeants called for a retreat, and to reform. Adranel stood, awe-struck, tears gathering in her eyes. Gelding grabbed her by the arm, and was forcing her back. "Come, let him go, there will be a time to grieve, but it is not now." Just when Adranel thought things couldn't get any worse, an arrow pierced Gelding in the chest. He dropped to his knees, letting out a painful cry, another arrow whizzed passed Adranel and found it's way to Gelding.
Sjorging went to run out to his friend. He didn't care if he died now, all was lost, but Mordred held him back. Adranel stared blankly at the advancing orc horde, the soldiers were urging her to come back, and reform, what would she do?
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