Derek manages a faint groan, as he is thrown over the shoulder of the scout. He manages to whisper, "Thank you." to Dunnelor, as he is carried away.
Lalwen drops her bow, and her hand slides with familiarity to the shining blade at her waist, which glows a vibrant blue. She slides it deftly from its holdings, and runs to the defense of Moradan where he is attacked.
Andranar turns a little as the orc closes, launching one last arrow into the horde, which costs him a blow to the shoulder. He casts the bow aside into the orcs feet, and rolls away. He rises, tossing the cloak back from his arms, a drawn blade in his hand. He wheels a little and slashes down at the orcs chest.
Drugnogzd twists aside as Gilthanas bears towards him, making a nasty cut along his back as Drug turns around in a circle, spittle around his mouth as he growls and slices downwards at Gilthanas' back.
Moradan tries to stand up, his head still spinning for the blow he got from the beast...he rises, and stumbles down again on his knees... he looks around and recovers the shiled which he had lost in the flight...
Tirog grunts as another arrow finds its mark, cutting through the leather protecting his thigh and drawing a thin line of blood. Hardly faltering in his steps he runs quickly towards the man who is now burdoned with the body of another, his in his right hand and his shield being shaken from where it was held on his back.
Gilthanas moves again, with a grin on his face. He smiles and shouts, "Filthy Orch, you must do better then that, if you wish to survive." He steps back again, and slowly begins to circle the Orch again. Suddenly, his wrist flicks and a quick slash, is delivered to the Orches head.
The cloaked man's sword bites into Hulorg's chest. He counters as best he can, swinging his scimitar up into the Man's gut.
Lalwen bears up Naidel, her blade and with a fierce swing drives the edge at the guar. "Back!" she says, even as the blade flies at the creature's side. Her eyes blaze.
Coming from the south, a small troup of orcs hastily rushes in the direction of the battle. Leading the warriors, Karla, chieftain of the Iron Claw's clan, runs forward.
Hador barrels a few yards deeper into the remnants of the fallen, seeking out another pair of yrch charging up into the battle to intercept them with a wheeled swing of his heavy steel for the gut of one, sending a mouthful of hot air and black blood spurting from the chest and nose of the greasy monster. The lord's infantry stands well against the varying numbers of orcish ranks as their weapons clash in the fray...
Andranar moves his left foot back, moving only a little, but the movement of his hips enough to send the orcs blade widely past him. He raises his own blade, reversing the movement, and thrusting towards the orcs body..
Drugnogzd takes a step back as Gilthanas' sword flickers out towards his head, though his movements appear just a tiny sluggish as the wounds, though small, start to take a toll on him and a glancing blow opens his left cheek, showing the cracked forms of a tooth which had been split by the sword, Drug screams painfully and, keeping both hands on his scimitar, which now glint metallic in the moonlight, strikes towards Gilthanas, his only words that is audible as he attacks are, "BLOOD".
Tanthalost turns, spotting the King in the midst of an infantry. He screams to the other two guardsmen, Amos and Christinsin, to turn and join the infantry in defending the king.
Gilthanas smiles, with the bland cutting him. His smile is a twisted, evil leer, that would be more fitting on an Orches face then his own. He puts a hand to his small cut on his chest, and takes some blood in his hand. With a faint chuckle, he wipes it down his cheek, then lunges in, slashing viciously at the others face.
In mid stride, the horse-sized beast leaps to the sid. Lalwen's swing misses by a fraction of an inch, a tuft of hair flittering slowy to the ground from the Gaur's back. Growling in rustration, Dreagoth springs in low, his great jaws agape to crush the legs of the she-elf.
Tur'Glak unleashes two of his dogs, feeling he's close enough, barely twenty yards away from Moradan. Crying out in a horse voice, "
The cloaked man's sword breaks through the links of Hulorg's mail shirt once again and he bellows, swinging his crooked blade hard at Andranar's left side.
Dunnelor slow downs his pace and almost drops Derek into a bush where he might be somewhat hidden. Dunnelor then draws his shining dagger to face the upcoming orc. He circels slowly to lead the attention from the wounded man "Come here then!" he shouts to the orc as he has his dagger ready
Moradan recovers just in time to see something that seems a dog juming on him...he blinks, not really believing what he sees then, finally, he dodges avoiding the animal... he stands up, even if it takes hiw a couple of second still, then lowers his sword on the animal with all his strenght
Drugnogzd growls as Gilthanas' sword takes a slice at him, his movements wild as he abandonds precaution and, snarling, jumps at Gilthanas, his scimitar leading, hoping to impale the foe.
Andranar grunts at the blade bites into his side, bruising below the rings of steel and leather padding. He attempts a riposte, to knock the orcs blade away, and swings his blade horizontally, right to left, dropping into a half crouch as he does so.
Lalwen falls back with the strike, with a small cry of pain, but kicks out to roll free, and back to her feet. She recovers her feet then, and with hair falling free, she swings the blade at the creatures bloody maw.
Gilthanas smiles again, as he twists out of the way, of the jabbing blade. He raises his sword, and chops once, in a vicious arc, aiming for the others throat, as he says, "Now, you will pay dearly."
'Tis a glancing blow that Hulorg receives, a long scratch along his right forearm as the orc-captain laughs. He twirls his scimitar above his head, then gripping it in both hands brings a heavy slash down on the crouching Andranar with a grunt.
Drugnogzd draws back enough so the sword only draws a thin line across Drug's throat, yet the blood seems to well forth as Drug screams, swinging wildly at Gilthanas' stomach, "Mez no finiz", he growls.
Hador acknowledges the two new guards running to his burly sides with a shriek of a warcry, the hollow sounds of his hefty voice muffled by the tall halm apon his head. He hurdles a falling man and crashes into a thin rank of orcs, his shrinking infantry rallying close behind their lord and assisting him bravely. However, the unit is broken and confused as Karla's dark troops collide into Hador's flank! The lord stops i his tracks and wheels around the side to charge into battla with the apparant leader, Karla.
Tur'Glak laughs manically as Gristnog manages to leap aside from the desperate blow that Moradan strikes. Leaping in from behind the human, he strikes with both hands on his mace, from upper left, to lower right, trying to catch the human unawares and in the back, growling hatefully, which may be the only warning Moradan will have...
Gilthanas smiles, as the Orch swings wildly again. He steps up, and raises the sword, using as a stabbing tool, and aiming for a soft spot beneath the others throat, hoping to impale its brain. He whispers, quietly, "Scum, you are pathetic...Cannot even hit me?"
Karla notices the line of infantery holding still against the relentless waves of the skull's warriors.
Quickly, the she-orc wheels her unit to form a line on the slope of a little hill over the human's flank, and raising her arm toward the sky, she screams in the dark tongue of Angband "Charge, for the dark lord, CRY HAVOC". Following their leader, the line of orc rushes downhill.
Savoring the taste of pure elf blood on his lips, Dreagoth's long tongue makes a quick swipe at the blood on his fangs, growling with pleasure. As he turns his attention back to Lalwen, the elf has struggled up, and her longsword makes a clean shot against the Gaur's teeth and tonge. The gross tip of that tongue falls to the ground, black blood spurting from the Hatred's mouth. Howling with rage and pain, Dreagoth leaps up and turns in the air, landing with his back to Lalwen. The claws on his furry feet dig into the ground as he sprints away, in search of less hostile
prey.
Andranar stands as the orcs blade drops past him towards the ground. Bringing the blade back up in an arc towards Hulorg's body, he steps to the side to flank the orc from the creature's left.
Moradan grimaces and falls down on his knees again as something hits him on his shoulder, on the back .. he yells, for the very first time, as he rotates on his knees making it a wide blow to whatever could have been on his back
Drugnogzd smiles bloodily, his tusks showing prominently, as his scimitar blocks Gilthanas' sword, he pushes it aside, "We zhall zee", he says, froth, spittle and blood making its way down his chin, his sword flash out from right to left in a wide cutting arc towards Gilthanas' throat.
Andranar's sword slashes through the chain, breaking the skin at at the lower left side of Hulorg's rib-cage. Raising his heavy sword as quickly as he can, he sweeps it in a horizontal arc at the Man's swordarm.
Gilthanas smiles at the Orch, a twisted, learing smile. "Much better scum. Now, prepare to face my wrath, unbridled wrath...Prepare to die." As he smiles, he lifts his blade, attempting to block, but the blade slides down his, cutting the back of his hand, with it's razor sharp edge. He retaliates swiftly, sweeping the blade down and up, hoping to slash the others groin.
Leading her troops, the leader of the Iron Claw's clan rushes forward, recognizing at his bright uniform the leader of the human troops. Using a battle-proven tactic, the she-orc rushes forward, knocking a soldier aside with her large shield, in her hast to join and kill the leader, hopefully starting the rout of his men. As the warriors of Angband join their opponents in a deadly fray, Karla swings her heavy scimitar downward, aiming losely for the torso of the human, carried by the momentum of the charge.
Tur'Glak gives off a snarling bellow as Moradan's wide swipe cuts across his middle, opening a good sized bleeding cut across his stomach, out of sheer reflex, Tur'Glak moves back and at the same time, Gristnog leaps back at Moradan with a snarl, trying to take him down on the ground by leaping onto his back and savaging his shoulders and upper arms!
Drugnogzd's face twist in fury as he is slashed in the groin, he hops slightly in pain and launches a swift jab at Gilthanas' swordarm, "Foolizh, foolizh".
Hador notices the ferocious charge of Karla through the tall helm's thin visor as she pummels through his shattered ranks for him, her intent obvious and well-taken. He pushes against her attack, side-stepping as her scimiter crashes downward, nicking his thin leather and tunic the same. His raised blade makes a wide arc towards the hasty creatures side, his momentum adding to
his quick and powerful swing!
Andranar's face is a mask, betraying no emotion except perhaps a world weary cast to his eyes. He steps back, letting the scimitar slide past, though not fast enough to avoid a cut to the shoulder. With a grim breath, he drops his blade down towards the orcs shoulder, one foot leading.
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Drugnogzd's face twist in fury as he is slashed in the groin, he hops slightly in pain and launches a swift jab at Gilthanas' swordarm, "Foolizh, foolizh". the wound in his chin opens as he speaks, and a piece of tooth fall out, brown and molded, Drug quickly clamps a hand over the gastly wound while he continues to swing and parry.
Tirog growls at Dunnelor and swings his mace down towards the other's left shoulder.
Knowing he has struck something, Moradan had not even the time to recover and stand up as he catches with his eye's corner the shadow of another dog Jumping on his.. he manages to put the shield between the attacker and his troath again, then strikes back, his blow not really strong as he's still on his knees
Gilthanas moves sideways, the scimitar slicing the air apart, yet missing him by a slight amount. He steps in, slashing from side to side, hoping to cut the Orch's head from it's very shoulders. As he swings he smiles, saying, "So, you are back to your pathetic self..I though you might have actually beaten me for a moment..But I now know, that you are too weak, and pathetic to
do that."
Another shallow wound is scored on Hulorg's body as he wades in on the Man, fire raging in his eyes as he slashes at Andranar's chest.
Lalwen darts away from the retreating form of the guar, toward Moradan again, and his heavily occupied area. She charges in, sword at perpendicular to her body, and with the momentum of running, jumps to attack the one who brought the beast to the field, Tur'Glak, "Are you so weak, animal, that you need fight in groups?" she swings the blade parallel to the ground, at the abdomen of the attacker.
Drugnogzd growls slightly as the arm he has up in front of him, holding his cheek, and broken teeth in, gets sliced open, his screaming muffled as the hand of the arm is clamped over it, instead he swings at Gilthanas' swordarm, hoping to get the sword from him.
Dunnelor turns his attention for a second towards the other fighter and that second he feels a heavy mace bury itself in his shoulder. He screams a muffled shout and he spinns, falling to the ground. He lands with a thump and his head seems to hit something which causes his to not get up again, or was it the hit? His dagger flies through the air landing some distance away and he lies still...
Karla obviously underestimated her opponent. Charging down, she suddenly sees the flash of Hador'sword, but too late: The heavy blade crashes into her side, cutting deep through the thick mail of angband and opening a deep wound out of which black blood starts immediately to pour. Screaming with hatred, pain and surprise, the she-orc still full of battle frenzy turns abruptly and lunges forth, pushing the tip of her scimitar toward the abdomen of the human.
Finally the sun rises over Mithrim! You feel the first ray gently touching the skin of your face. The night was long and misty...
Gilthanas ducks, and the blade whistles over his head. He steps up, and slashes side to side, hoping to slice the Orches abdomen open, leaving it paralyzed. He grins again, and the blood he put on his face, seems to glow with a light of its own.
Andranar allows himself the briefest and thinest of smiles, as he steps away from the heavier creatures attack, the blade whistling harmlessly aside. The movement seems slight, but the blade passes thru empty air, as the mans own sword leaps out towards the orcs legs.
Tirog cackles in glee as the human falls under the blow of his mace, he spits at the corpse as he moves past and towards the rest of the melee some distance away, pausing to retrieve his bow which he wields and pulls an arrow from his quiver.
As Dreagoth makes a hasty retreat from Lalwen, his flamming eyes seek another target. Those eyes lock onto Hador, and his muscles move him forward faster than the beast has gone before, his hunger almost overwhelming. The creature of the night nears it's prey, spittle running from between it's fangs like a river. Noting the presance of the she-orch nearby, the Gaur launches himself without a second thought at the human.
Drugnogzd growls as the sword opens his abdomen, not a large wound, but it still appears to hurt as Drug steps back, regarding his foe before charging in, scimitar leading, trying again to slice Gilthanas' swordarm.
Hador uses his momentum again to weave away from the thusting attack Karla sends at him, his men fighting against the numbers their orcish leader has added to no avail. The tall man swings to one side, keeping his slowed blade in a wide arc and raises it high above the hideous dragon helm adorning his steaming form. He leads with one foot as his sword comes down for her body, anywhere a potential target!
Gilthanas grins, a thin lipped smile, as the pain washes over him. He steps closer again, and slashes, a cutting arc, high enough to slice the others head off, it it does not block. He manages to say, "You will pay for that, you bastard hell-spawn."
Stumbling back from another gash, Hulorg turns to look over his shoulder for an instant, "To me, Tirog, to me!" he bellows in frustration as he slashes wildly at the snide, grey-cloaked man's left side.
Tur'Glak is taken in the back by the swordpoint of Lalwen, the point digging into his side, causing him to bite together and sweep out with his left hand to fend the blade away, using the circular motion he already started to swing at Lalwen with his left arm, still holding the mace and trying to hit her upper body in a wild, wild swing.
Tirog draws himself into the shadows of a pine as he gets closer to the fray. Leaning against it for support he pulls back the string of the bow and surveys the fight for a likely target, his eyes red with blood lust.
Drugnogzd tries to draw back from Gilthanas' sword, but it sinks in, Drug's eyes flicker in pain as his eyes settle on his hated foe, his scimitar flashing through the air, towards his foes head.
Gristnog limps off to one side, avoiding Moradan and whining about his wounds.
Gilthanas ducks, the blade whistling high overtop his head, colliding with his longsword, that he extended above his head. He smiles, and lunges in, sweeping his blade, in a arc going towards the Orches already cut open groin.
Moradan jumps up as he sees his Lady in danger "
Andranar's faint smile appears again, as he wheels again, by now his evasive movements having brought him so that the rising sun is over his shoulder. His eyes flit past the orc to any other oponents that might be closing, then he slashes at the orcs chest again, blade level with the horzon and wet with blood, holding ground.
Tirog cants his head as he hears his name in the din of battle, searching out its location he notes Hulorg. Frowning he drops his bow and reaches for his mace and shield again, making his way towards the other's location.
Karla screams once again as the powerful blade scratches her thigh, with much less power than the first blow, but still a painfull hit for someone already wounded. Raising her eyes toward her opponent, she suddenly recognizes the dragon helm, and filled with ferver by the presence at her side of the hatred of the pack, she still pushes forth, but more carefully now, aiming for the arms of the man.
Tanthalost turns his charge into the enemy camp, and listens to Moradan scream. He calls to the other guards, screaming, "Amos, Christensin, to Moradan! Hurry!" As the other guards, hasten to
Moradans side, he himself, begins to run, at a fast pace, through the hellground.
Drugnogzd slumps a little as the sword bites true, he draws back from Gilthanas, his scimitar held ready as he stumbles back towards the trees, his eyes full of hatred, yet knowing , that he has met a superior foe.
Lalwen falls back from the heavy slash that rips past her ribs and into her abdomen. She bleeds fairly freely, and nearly loses consciousness at the shock, but forces herself into alertness. She presses her arm to the wound, and climbs up, tring to be quick. Her sword still hangs limply from her hand.
This time the smirking man's sword is met with another. With a ring of steel, Hulorg pushes the Man's blade away as he reverses the grip on his scimitar, sweeping it back at Andranar's chest.
Kathryn makes her way onto the battle-field, axe held tightly within her hand. Her eyes search the field, and hears the cry for help as well, pushing her way through the foray until she reaches where the Lady is recovering her feet.
Gilthanas closes the distance between the injured Orch and himself. He swings the sword in an Arc, trying to slice open the others chest. He grins, a evil grin, as he says, "So, resigned yourself to death?"
Panic sets into the lord of Dor-lomin's troops as the flank of yrch and Karla scatter them on the field and the horrifying guar pounces from the opposite side, surrounding them unnoticably with their swarming ranks. Hador turns as the lashing fangs of Dreagoth narrowly miss him and he stumbles a bit as Karla's scimitar does the same, millimeters from the tall helm on his head. He regains his balance and leads with his weight and one foot towards Karla, the panic of the situation sending a few lost men fleeing away, though his sword swings past the she-orc and thrusted for the dexterious guar to his side!'
Tur'Glak takes the cut to his back, a wound opening up vertically down along his spine. Tur'Glak bellows hoarsely, in the way of one with a old wound to his throat. He carries the spin that he started with the terrible blow at Lalwen, stepping out to his left, going a halfstep around on queasy legs as he is hit and with all possible might grabs the mace two-handed again and wings at Moradans upper body! Ignoring Lalwen insofar as stepping away from her.
Moradan takes another blow and his knee seems to fail him once again, but he stands still, knowing that lady Lalwen is in danger now.. he goes offguard as he gathers all his strenghts for another blow to the orc, his head starting to spinning again
Drugnogzd falls back as Gilthanas' slices after him, opening a cut in his chest Drug struggles and moves into the relative safety of the trees, his grip on his scimitar loose as he runs with all the strength left in his body towards safety.
Andranar raises his blade to pary, the blade glancing against the others, but not strong enough to stop the blow completely. He seems to draw strength from the sun as it climbs higher over the peaks, pushing his blade against the others, seeking to drive the blade into the orcs torso.
The mighty lord of Dor-lomin makes a fine swing, but not fine enough. Indeed dexterious, the large wolf leaps to the side, the large metal sword missing him by a few inches. Howling with glee, caught up in the madness of the fight, the smell of blood dancing in his nose, Dreagoth leap up at Hador, trying to wrap his claws around the humans head, and pull him into an embrace of death, fangs gaping wide.
Karla dodges sideway, avoiding the blade that...after all was not directed toward her. With lust for blood, and the anger of still never having even touched her opponent, the she-orc maneuvre on the side, trying to flank the tall man as he struggles against the Gaur. Slashing viciously toward his side, the she-orc lowers herself on her squat legs to slide her blade below halor's defense.
Tirog rounds the end of the fight, drawing closer to Hulorg and his opponent. Growling a cry "
Kathryn runs at the melee'ing Mordan and Tur'Glak, swinging viciously in an attempt to drive the beast back from both Moradan and Lalwen, to buy time.
Gilthanas turns, and spots Andranar, fighting with the two Orches. He moves in, slashing at the one, he recognizes as Hulorg. He screams as he attacks, "Now, vegenace is mine!" As he swings, he mutters a word, that sounds like, "Scum"
Bleeding from numerous wounds, Hulorg attempts to turn away from his opponent as he is slashed once again, low on his right side. With a roar, "Warriors of Skalos, retreat!!" he limps away from the man as quickly as he may, leaving Tirog to cover his back. As he lopes through the trees, glancing over his shoulder, he mistakingly crashes right into Tanthalaost with a curse.
Gilthanas turns, to the Orch that collided into Tanthalost, beside him. He grins, then moves in, with a vicious arc, attempting to save his friend, from the bastard Orch. He screams, "You will die scum" as he moves in, with his swing.
Tur'Glak strike and sidestep left him unbalanced, taking Moradans blow to his right side..the cut perhaps a minor but drawing more and more blood, the blood of the orc mingling with the dark blood of the foe. Backing further away from Moradan, he growls a reply at Kathryn and backs away more and more, taking a quick swing at her upper body.
A small group of elves, clad not in the garb of the army, shout and run towards the mayhem.
Hador sneers sharply as Karla's dark steel pierces into his burly and nearly unarmored thigh, his blood spurting out to soak his pale pantaloons. With a cry in Marachian and a jolt from the pain coursing his entire leg, Hador leers away from the lunging fangs and hungy claws of the Guar, using his hefty pommel to push the beast aside as he drops his blade's end for the shoulder blade of the squated orc!
Kathryn growls low in her throat, "I THINK NOT!" and blocks the strike, pushing back with all her weight, only to swing again.
Moradan blinks as he sees Kathryn at his side, wondering if he has lost too much blood or what, finally he manages a "What the hell you a..." before he realizes it's not time for that and just drives his blade on Tur'Glak again
Lalwen knows she cannot stay to help in the fight, and uses the extra time that Kathryn and Moradan afford her to retreat weakly to the rise. The blood still seeps into her tunic, unable to clot.
Andranar holds his sword wardingly as the orc draws back, waiting for his next opponent. His eyes bear a tiredness, but he seems little hindered in movement though his garb is bloodstained.
Karla screams in pain as the blade of the human connects with the junction of her neck, bypassing the armor. A quick scream forms on the lips of the she-orc, but dies quickly as blood instead cascades from her mouth. With a look of disbelief, the leader of the clan stares at her opponent, before diving into the darkness of unconciousness, ready to rejoin her Dark Lord in hell.
With a vicious snarl, his face twisted and ugly, wincing in pain from his many stripes, Hulorg lashes out at the man with his sword as he looks down, while grabbing Tanthalaost roughly by the collar with his other hand, dragging him up to his feet, "Ye shall not hinder my errand, manling," he spits a gob of blood at Gilthanas as he strikes.
The butcher makes slowly his way through the battlefield, looking right and left with his long vicious cleaver.
Lomendaur runs toward Lalwen, fear obvious on his face. He looks to the edain fighting Tur'glak, and back to the Hiril. He reaches to Lalwen, attempting to pull her away from the fray.
Tur'Glak retreats further as the humans converge on him, he is hit oncemore, a jagged wound appearing on his right upper arm, bellowing something loudly, "
Gilthanas blocks the Orch, and watches his friend get dragged away. He screams, and slashes a quick blow, to the back of the Orch, praying he can save his friend, from the fate the Orches have in mind.
Tirog growls loudly as he draws close enough to Andranar to attack, his mace swinging around in a flat sideways arc towards the other's back or left side, depending on how fast he turns, while he lifts his shield defensively towards the other's sword.
Dreagoth lands with a loud *thud* back on the ground. Letting out a quick howl of frustration as the Lord seems to be dodging every attack from Karla and the wolf. His orange eyes watch as his small Orch partner falls. Ignoring the little thing, He leaps yet again at Hador from behind, trying to sink his long teeth into the back of the large human's neck.
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