Lînsie
Lîn pulled her axe free from her fourth dead orc, and suppressed a grunt of pride. Time later to celebrate when they had all survived the battle, she thought grimly.
She saw Oin off to one side, and Alrik off to the other, leaving piles of bodies around them. "Now don't be selfish, there's enough for us all, " she thought with a smile. Another orc charged her, but she sidestepped and swung, and black blood told her she had found her target. Five.
A little to her left stood Narin, who had done his share of damage. As she pulled her axe free, she saw that two-- no, three orcs were charging him at once. "Two more-- Too three-- augh, kill them!" she shouted. Alrik heard her. Turning across her body, Lîn swung at the nearest one. Narin killed the one in the middle. Alrik turned also, and while he did not have time to swing at the third orc, his roar made the third orc glance sideways, and his scimitar missed its target. "Gah!" Narin said as it thudded into his shield, and then the third orc swung again. Awkwardly, Lîn caught the blow on her sheld, and then swung one-handed at the orc's face. She missed, but the orc was after her now.
That was his mistake, for he had forgotten Alrik. The orc fell headless.
Narin grunted his thanks, but more were coming.
"Six, " Lîn said, hefting her now-bloody axe.
"You'll do, son, " Alrik shouted, and then they were busy again.
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