RP: Crimson Sword

[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor paused, her hand on the staff, not willing to use it so soon, but was saved having to choose by the cry. Looking up sharply, she elbowed the nearest warg in the teeth and saw a woman lying on the ground; Gwyn. Sighing, she concentrated her mindand forced the air backwards, making the wargs yelp and tumble. Along with the next layer of the archers arrows, this made up their minds to go insearch of easier pray and with a round of howls they were off.
The sorceress dismounted and ran towards the Gwyn, lying on the ground. Grabbing her wrist, she noted with suprise the long deep cut on the womans arm.
"Its Ok, shes alive." The man near her looked at her, smiling with relief. He extended a hand. "Calixto."
"Elanor Istavaira."
"Ah, a "spell weaver"? Useful." He smiled nervously at her, still worried about the woman on the ground.
The mercenary, Bulvard, who Elanor had noticed earlier came over and helped Calixto to lift Gwyn and lie her over Calixtos horse, but he avoided Elanors eyes. With a shrug, she took Gwyns horse, easily able to control two horses.