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Orofaniel · 11-06-2004, 05:45 PM

‘Was it my imagination, or did that first barrel seem to be whimpering?’

Why hadn't he seen it before? Why hadn't he taken Rôg's suspicion seriously?

There was no time to think; this was the time for actions. What was he going to do? All of a sudden there had been an amount of Corsairs popping out from the barrels. How does one respond to that? He didn't have any weapons available, and he didn't know how to fight without a weapon. Then he remembered that he didn't really know how to fight at all. He had never been a fighter, at least not a good one.

Suddenly an arrow passed him. Even though it wasn't even close of hitting him, he knew somehow that the Corsair would try again. He searched for cover, but he didn’t seem to find any. He ran across the deck, as he saw a sword lying on the ground. It had belonged to the enemy, but obviously the owner had let it go for some reason. He picked it up, and he didn't have the time to get used to it, before a horrifying surprise, enough to scare anyone, was waiting for him; Two Corsairs, one with a bow ready to shoot, and another with a sword. Galhardir gasped. He gasped for air. He felt as I he couldn’t breathe properly. His legs felt weak and numb. He couldn’t collect his thoughts and the dizziness he felt made it difficult for him to stand up properly. It was as if he was only a shadow of himself. He held the sword tight. The sweat in his palms was making it difficult though for him to fasten his grip.

The sword hewed towards the enemy, but it didn't hit anyone. The next thing he knew was the arrow. It had gone off; the enemy had shot him. The arrow had hit him in the arm. As painful as it was, he struggled not to scream. Luckily it hadn't hit the arm he was holding his sword so he would still be able to fight - or try to fight.

"Give it up," the Corsair hissed.

11-06-2004, 05:45 PM	#213
Orofaniel Mighty Mouse of Mordor Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: Lands of the North, where no man can reach.... Posts: 823	Galhardir ‘Was it my imagination, or did that first barrel seem to be whimpering?’ Why hadn't he seen it before? Why hadn't he taken Rôg's suspicion seriously? There was no time to think; this was the time for actions. What was he going to do? All of a sudden there had been an amount of Corsairs popping out from the barrels. How does one respond to that? He didn't have any weapons available, and he didn't know how to fight without a weapon. Then he remembered that he didn't really know how to fight at all. He had never been a fighter, at least not a good one. Suddenly an arrow passed him. Even though it wasn't even close of hitting him, he knew somehow that the Corsair would try again. He searched for cover, but he didn’t seem to find any. He ran across the deck, as he saw a sword lying on the ground. It had belonged to the enemy, but obviously the owner had let it go for some reason. He picked it up, and he didn't have the time to get used to it, before a horrifying surprise, enough to scare anyone, was waiting for him; Two Corsairs, one with a bow ready to shoot, and another with a sword. Galhardir gasped. He gasped for air. He felt as I he couldn’t breathe properly. His legs felt weak and numb. He couldn’t collect his thoughts and the dizziness he felt made it difficult for him to stand up properly. It was as if he was only a shadow of himself. He held the sword tight. The sweat in his palms was making it difficult though for him to fasten his grip. The sword hewed towards the enemy, but it didn't hit anyone. The next thing he knew was the arrow. It had gone off; the enemy had shot him. The arrow had hit him in the arm. As painful as it was, he struggled not to scream. Luckily it hadn't hit the arm he was holding his sword so he would still be able to fight - or try to fight. "Give it up," the Corsair hissed.