RP: Crimson Sword

[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor caught one of the mercenaries eyes, and smiled wryly at him. He turned away embarrassed and...hurt? So many emotions were churning inside him. Who would have thought so brutal would think so much? She resolved to get to know him better...
Looking forward sharply the witch saw the pack of wargs approaching. Ah. She thought. I can only get to know him if there is actually a later though. Rain and a fight against wargs. Fun.

The red eyed leader gave a deep, eerie howl and leapt forward. Elanor gulped inwardly; she was not used to battling with such creatures.
The wargs leapt forward, teeth bared and one landed right on Elwyn beside her, who attacked it with a spear. Looking around again, the witch saw another one coming straight towards her, eyes gleaming. No time for magic. More sudden measured are needed here!
She sat stock stil, her hands in the wide sleeves of her cloak, as the beast rushed towards her.She satred it straight in the eye with her own rather unnerving ones. The warg leapt and she still did not move until it was flyingover the haorse head towards her...
Quick as an adder, she whipped out one of the golden sais in her sleeve, stcking it deep into the creatures chest. The creature whimpered as its snarl died on its lips and
it fell dead to the ground.
All around her her comrades were fighting couragiously, but it seemed to a losing battle.
More desperate measures are called for methinks... she thought as she removed the staff from its sling on her back...