Laurel sprinted back into the halls with another yell, and leapt towards another fray. The imposter that had attacked Cartil had fled, but now was not the time to persue her. The orphans of Swan Wood were cornered by the Wild Men it sounded, and she had to aid them.
Laurel cut through one Wild Man from behind, and barely had time to remove her sword before another engaged her. A fluent series of kicks stopped him, before she was able to send him to Mandos.
The fighting went long down the hallway, with Laurel and the graceful Elf at her side. She was much more precise and graceful in her movements, but Laurel had no time to wonder at it. Eventually Laurel met the dark Elf Rudhchamion, and the Rohirrim. They were protecting most of the maids and children, who had sought refuge in the kitchen. Rudhchamion had downed many with his sword and the occasional arrow, and Ohtaredan and Herebrand were also fighting wildly.
Laurel moved in front of them and lashed out at the crowd of Wild Men. Slowly the group made gains on the oncoming horde. Laurels hands dripped with blood, and the halls stank, and this infuritaed her more. One by one the Wild Men fell. In a moment of weakness a sword razed her shoulder, and almost knocked her to the ground. Screaming out in pain, her sword rasn through the mans throat, cutting his conquest short. She fought on, though slow and cumbersome were her movements. She felt the warm slip of blood under her clothes. But she was too livid to stop fighting...
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