"Let me up!" Melost growled. Vlad eased up slightly on the hold he had on the back of Melost's neck and the Elf threw him off as he rolled to his feet. The speed with which he moved allowed no time for Vlad to recover. "You! Turn and face me!" Melost called out. The human had treated him with total disrespect and he intended to teach him differently. Fidrohir looked the Elf up and down, then threw his head back and howled with laughter. "Problem, pretty boy? You need a good beating, Elf!" He reached for his sword-hilt and Melost slid his knife from its sheath. "Come, youngling, teach me something...if you can."
Fidrohir's face coloured darkly and he rushed Melost, his sword out and swinging wildly. He had size and strength, but Melost was quick and had centuries of experience. He smiled as the man rushed him, then gasped in surprise as he was jumped from behind. Vlad tackled him as Firohir swung his sword at empty air. "Both of you! Hold!" he snapped, his voice carrying the crack of aythority. Fidrohir however was enraged with battle-lust and he refused to back down. Khalad went to Vlad's side and was charged by the huge man. Melost reacted instantly by burying his dagger in Fidrohir's side. He jerked it out quickly and prepared to stab him again when he heard Vlad behind him. "Drop it!" A sharp-edged sword caressed him under the left ear. He turned slightly and he felt warm blood flow slowly down his neck. "Melost, give me the knife...now." A hand appeared in his peripheral vision and he handed it over reluctantly. He recieved a vicious blow to the head and knew no more.
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