Drass was walking to the edges of the village to hide from the invaders and their darts. She was a smart horse and could take care of herself if need be.
Most of the invaders were in sporatic fights with the villagers who had been joined by the Rohirrim that Lanaey had rode in with. With those fighters taking out most of the main force, or so Lanaey assumed they would, she went out in search of those hiding. They didn't look like they were going to leave easily and Lanaey was now on the search through the village for any of the filth hiding behind powerless women or taking hostages. The Elf stalked through the houses, checking every room. Silence was her most often greeted guest, though she came accross some whimpers when occupants were found. She told most to stay where they were and to lock all their doors, if they hadn't done so yet, which many people hadn't. Many of the humans who had stayed in their homes were waiting for their men to come back and didn't want to shut them out. Giving assurances to the terrified or waiting villagers, Lanaey continued on finding neither attackers nor casualties.
A step creaked under her slight touch and Lanaey quickly lifted her foot off of the spot, listening for a sign that someone had heard her. After several moments of nothing but wind finding her ears, she continued up to the second floor of a large building near the outskirts of town.
Lanaey had checked three rooms with five left to go. Coming up to the next door on the right, the Elf readied herself once again, bringing up her choice of weapon. The two long knives looked dull in the absence of bright light, but their edges would still cut through a solid wood door if a need called for it. There was only stillness in the room she faced, yet she continued on. Half of the room was available to her eyes and there were signs of recent activites, a turned over table and broken chair. . .
Lanaey staggered forward from the blow almost losing her balance. Someone behind the door had slammed it into her back as she entered the room and with the force it had sent her careening off of the wall. Spinning around she brought her knives to the fore, hitting part of the door and barely missing one of her attackers. Two of the brigands had decided to hide out in until a would be village savior had come along, and Lanaey was just that person.
One of the men had quickly gone to the other side of the room, planning on catching her in a double front assult. Stepping back slightly, Lanaey unfocused her vision so that she could see the overall movements of both who seemed to only be weilding a sword each, their darts gone or spent. The first attacker, by the door, decided to quit waiting and lunged at the Elf, quickly followed by his counterpart. Because they didn't attack at the same time, Lanaey was able to spin, slashing the first attacker down his left arm and finishing the spin clashing swords with the second. Turning quickly, to get out of the middle, she brought her second long knife to bear against the second attacker, striking at his exposed lower left side. While Lanaey had been trying to take the second attacker out of the fight, the first had recovered from her strike and charged her again with a vicious yell erupting from his lungs. Her long knife was brought up in defense too late to stop the swing, it only slowed the descent.
Pain flashed through the Elf's mind before she blocked it out, but her right arm would be severly hampered in fighting. The sword had cut through her leathers to go roughly into her shoulder and sliding slightly down her arm, cutting deep into her muscle.
Lanaey involuntarily gave a primal yell as she kicked the first attacker several times to get him away. Finally he tripped over a loose board while backing slightly up to avoid further kicks from Lanaey's long legs. Once he was down she turned and brought her injured arm up and drove it down into the second attackers chest as he was trying to get off the floor from her first swing into his side. Ignoring his screams Lanaey wreched her long sword out of his quickly dying body and turned just in time to avoid having her spine sliced. Her back still got slashed and she cried out before stumbling forward. The first attacker was once again rushing her, he didn't seem to want to change his tactics. Lanaey got caught on her feet when backing up and as she tried to fend off all of his blows she started tripping. As she started to fall backwards completely she blocked his sword one last time with her weak arm and brought her left arm up in one swift motion and slit his throat. He gurgled and sputtered and fell foward, putting a part of his weight against Lanaey. He wasn't going to be fighting any more.
Lanaey distinctly heard a crack when her head finally connected to the wall behind her because of her fall. Having the dead weight of the brigand only added to the force with which she fell.
At least I took down two more of them. . . I'm going to wake up with the worst headache of my life. . if I wake up . . . I wonder what the others are doi. . . . and Lanaey slipped into blessed unconsciousness.
[ June 06, 2003: Message edited by: Kryssal ]
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