Laurel looked around wildly at the group left to guard her grandmother. Letting out a growl 'Cartil!!' The Wild Men were now running rampant through the House, ransacking and executing as they went. A huddle of Maidens, and old woman and a few soldiers were all left in the back room. But that did not last long as a group of 5 or so stormed in.
Laurel leapt forward with a heaving cry. Locking swords with the first Wild soldier, she knocked him soundly in the knee to unnerve him, then ran him through with the cold ring of her sword. Lashing out again, she moved from that soldier to the next, fghting with a wild sort of glee. Taralphiel watched with eyes of stone.
Laurel removed a hidden dagger and threw it into the neck of another soldier, then swftly turning and catching another off guard, and planting her sword in his gut. Soon the other soldiers were in the fray, and all were downed.
Panting heavily, Laurel raced for the hallway where the Rohirrim had gone with a roar. 'Laurel!' cried Taralphiel. Laurel turned and saw her point down the smaller garden pathway. Laurel nodded, and moved down slowly.
Searching for some sign of life, a scent of sound, she did not have to wait long. A hissing female voice ran through the dank cold. Gritting her teeth, she threw away her caution. With a blood-curdling scream she crashed through the trees...
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