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[the real findorfin]

Findorak watched as the confrontation between the elves and Jerika and Kane progressed. Bow at the ready, he waited for any signs that the elves had come out on top.

Suddenly a rustling from his right startled him. He turned to see a great elf looming over him.

For a second Findorak froze, as did the elf. Then with aswift action, he brought the bow around and shot out at the accursed elf. Unfortunately the immortal managed to dodge the hastily released arrow, but Findorak did not notice. As soon as the arrow had left the bow, he was up and scrambling up the hillside.

Wild thoughts crossed Findorak's mind as he ran. The wound in his chest was throbbing but he didnt notice, the fear of the uninjured elf was too strong. Would it catch up? I've only got a knife? Will I survive?

Findorak felt a doom dropping over him, but he cast it aside. Surely the Son of Fingatalak and heir to the Erborid estate would not be killed by a petty elf.

Adrenalin flooded into him and he kept on running across the hillside, away from the confrontation and hopefully away from the twice-damned elf.