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Rinurion · 01-28-2002, 11:16 PM

Gurthden charged into the fray with a cry that made even his comrades flinch. His frustrated anger, so long kept in check by a wall of reason, now came out in a flood. His blade sang of blood as it cleaved through hide, flesh and bone alike, while his heavy sheild warded off the few blows that ever got to him. He dispatched the wargs in seeming rythm, for indeed he was in a grim dance with death. Through his rage he felt a shape brush past him, another victim for his fury. He unleashed a massive blow, only just stopping it when he realised that it was the girl he had saved earlier in the night. She ran lightly, her lithe body moving in a fluid motion. The realisation that he must protect her came at the same time as a ripping pain in his side. He whirled around, knocking the warg senseless with the flat of his blade. Cursing himself for letting his guard down, he ran after the girl, and into the heat of battle.

The girl hit the wargs bare moments before Gurthden did. She drove herself at them with a wild cry, twisting as she plunged her sword between the lead wargs eyes. In a blink, Gurthden was bye her side, his long, flat, unadorned blade lopping off another warg's head. His fury had been replaced by another feeling, one he had never felt before, but was just as strong. The girl beside him fought with such skill and determination that her injuries and slight build seemed not to matter. Dispatching another warg, Gurthden thought he heard a muffled cry for help. Redoubling his efforts
he slew two more wargs in quick sucession, and the wargs fell back momentarily. Grabbing the fiery girl's arm, he ran back towards where the noise had come from.

Kicking the burning carcass away, Gurthden could hear the wargs regrouping in the backround. He quickly bent down to survey Thenamir's stricken body, and was happy to see that he was regaining concience.
After a few seconds, his eyes were open, and he was looking around. What a tough campaigner, Gurthden thought as he smiled. A sickening howl cleared the sound of the battle, as a hand tapped urgently on his shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts. Whirling around, Gurthden prepared to again enter the battle...

[ February 05, 2002: Message edited by: Rinurion ]

01-28-2002, 11:16 PM	#87
Rinurion Animated Skeleton Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: NZ, the home of middle earth Posts: 36	Gurthden charged into the fray with a cry that made even his comrades flinch. His frustrated anger, so long kept in check by a wall of reason, now came out in a flood. His blade sang of blood as it cleaved through hide, flesh and bone alike, while his heavy sheild warded off the few blows that ever got to him. He dispatched the wargs in seeming rythm, for indeed he was in a grim dance with death. Through his rage he felt a shape brush past him, another victim for his fury. He unleashed a massive blow, only just stopping it when he realised that it was the girl he had saved earlier in the night. She ran lightly, her lithe body moving in a fluid motion. The realisation that he must protect her came at the same time as a ripping pain in his side. He whirled around, knocking the warg senseless with the flat of his blade. Cursing himself for letting his guard down, he ran after the girl, and into the heat of battle. The girl hit the wargs bare moments before Gurthden did. She drove herself at them with a wild cry, twisting as she plunged her sword between the lead wargs eyes. In a blink, Gurthden was bye her side, his long, flat, unadorned blade lopping off another warg's head. His fury had been replaced by another feeling, one he had never felt before, but was just as strong. The girl beside him fought with such skill and determination that her injuries and slight build seemed not to matter. Dispatching another warg, Gurthden thought he heard a muffled cry for help. Redoubling his efforts he slew two more wargs in quick sucession, and the wargs fell back momentarily. Grabbing the fiery girl's arm, he ran back towards where the noise had come from. Kicking the burning carcass away, Gurthden could hear the wargs regrouping in the backround. He quickly bent down to survey Thenamir's stricken body, and was happy to see that he was regaining concience. After a few seconds, his eyes were open, and he was looking around. What a tough campaigner, Gurthden thought as he smiled. A sickening howl cleared the sound of the battle, as a hand tapped urgently on his shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts. Whirling around, Gurthden prepared to again enter the battle... [ February 05, 2002: Message edited by: Rinurion ] __________________ But long ago he rode away, and where he dwelleth none can say, for into darkness fell his star, in Mordor where the shadows are.