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Thalionyulma · 05-30-2002, 05:38 AM

Rûdhchamion was about to motion to Anarya when he saw her begin to slip. He quickly reached out and pulled her towards him, letting her get a better foothold. The movement was heard by the figures, and the one below their tree looked up. The dark elf quickly shifted his position, unsheathing his knife and jumped down, like a cat after its prey.

Landing on his target, grabbed its head and slashed its neck, to silence and kill instantly. Anarya had let loose a barrage of arrows, felling down three. Another advanced towards the dark elf, and was met by Rûdhchamion’s well-aimed knife that slashed from abdomen to heart.

Another had come from his left and attacked the elf with a sword. Rûdhchamion shifted to avoid the blow, but the hooded creature was fast and was able to slash at the elf, hitting him below the rib. The elf slipped and fell back, which saved his life. Another slash had been directed at his head, and as he fell he threw his knife. Anarya too, had aimed as well and caught the figure behind its neck as the knife found its mark.

Finally, there was silence.

Rûdhchamion looked into the mist and listened before taking his knife and stood up. He took the hood off the one he had just killed, and the sight that met him chilled him to the bone. The body that should be there was no more. What he held was something foul and abhorrent.

As Anarya watched, he recovered several arrows. A habit he was taught in the wild. Ammunition was after all, hard to find.

He climbed the tree once more and handed the arrows to Anarya. She noticed he winced as he had accidentally bumped his side on one of the tree’s branch climbing up. She helped him up, and let him lean on her as he settled in their position.

“Keep wary,” he said to her. He then took out his light pack and taking out his cloak, cut a strip before putting it back. He lifted his tunic exposing the wound he received. It did not look too serious, only a deep slash. “I think it will be safer here, since we can see from all direction. Tomorrow we can continue our task.”

He began to dress his wound. "Your skill in your bow matches your gift in your craft."

She silently helped him with his wound. He stared at her and was puzzled by her silence.

[ May 30, 2002: Message edited by: Thalionyulma ]

05-30-2002, 05:38 AM	#11
Thalionyulma Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: across the sea Posts: 295	Rûdhchamion was about to motion to Anarya when he saw her begin to slip. He quickly reached out and pulled her towards him, letting her get a better foothold. The movement was heard by the figures, and the one below their tree looked up. The dark elf quickly shifted his position, unsheathing his knife and jumped down, like a cat after its prey. Landing on his target, grabbed its head and slashed its neck, to silence and kill instantly. Anarya had let loose a barrage of arrows, felling down three. Another advanced towards the dark elf, and was met by Rûdhchamion’s well-aimed knife that slashed from abdomen to heart. Another had come from his left and attacked the elf with a sword. Rûdhchamion shifted to avoid the blow, but the hooded creature was fast and was able to slash at the elf, hitting him below the rib. The elf slipped and fell back, which saved his life. Another slash had been directed at his head, and as he fell he threw his knife. Anarya too, had aimed as well and caught the figure behind its neck as the knife found its mark. Finally, there was silence. Rûdhchamion looked into the mist and listened before taking his knife and stood up. He took the hood off the one he had just killed, and the sight that met him chilled him to the bone. The body that should be there was no more. What he held was something foul and abhorrent. As Anarya watched, he recovered several arrows. A habit he was taught in the wild. Ammunition was after all, hard to find. He climbed the tree once more and handed the arrows to Anarya. She noticed he winced as he had accidentally bumped his side on one of the tree’s branch climbing up. She helped him up, and let him lean on her as he settled in their position. “Keep wary,” he said to her. He then took out his light pack and taking out his cloak, cut a strip before putting it back. He lifted his tunic exposing the wound he received. It did not look too serious, only a deep slash. “I think it will be safer here, since we can see from all direction. Tomorrow we can continue our task.” He began to dress his wound. "Your skill in your bow matches your gift in your craft." She silently helped him with his wound. He stared at her and was puzzled by her silence. [ May 30, 2002: Message edited by: Thalionyulma ]