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Adohorn
As the Warg whom Adohorn had filled with arrows finally fell to the ground, it's body a meer lump which would no longer be of any use, he breathed out; not noticing that he had actually been holding his breath while shooting it. Maybe this was for extra accuracy or maybe just because he hadn't fought in a while and was nervous, but it didn't really matter for the little creature had easily been slayin.
But it wasn't over. Running out came another batch of four Wargs. They were quick to encicle the group. Adohorn, knowing from past experiences that Wargs were stupid creatures when acting alone, wasn't at all worried by this, and drew his daggers, after slinging his bow back over his shoulder. He was prepared to wait for them to attack him. He was suprised therfore, when Keal jumped out and attacked one of the beasts, and then another. He just didn't seem to have the same gracious nature as Adohorn. Still, he did manage to take the two out quickly. However this didn't bode well for the elf, for the other Wargs would no doubt attack him now, after he had killed members of their pack.
Seeing the distracted faces of the remaining Wargs, Adohorn took the time to lunge forward, pointing his daggers down, towards an eye, then a throat. The movement was over in a matter of seconds, and the Warg was left screaming with a dagger through its eye and into its throat. Adohorn didn't take great pleasure in hurting things, so he quickly finished it off with his other dagger. Pulling the two daggers out he decided he would leave the last Warg standing where it was, hoping Keal would be able to deal with it; and ran towards Therlion, who was on the ground and looked to be in some pain. He looked at the man, not knowing whether he was concious or if his efforts had fully spent him. "Are you ok Therlion? You look like you could use a hand, do you need anything, or any medical attention?" Adohorn whispered, not wanting to startle the man.
[ 10-04-2004, 02:54 PM: Message edited by: RoSs_bg2_rox ]
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