The men are silent and methodical, dealing with each new threat with studied efficiency. The twins are howling fiends, all quicksilver grace and boundless rage. Glorfindel is a vindictive force of nature, fighting with the talent of ages of training and war.
That, combined with the crazy little man who seems to neither feel nor be hampered by the blows rained upon him, and the orcs do not stand a chance. The piles of the dead grow, and thus far, not one of men or elves has been added to their number.
Sallyn and two of his young friends get separated from the group, forming a small knot as they stand back-to-back, fighting with swords and wickedly long and sharp knives in an attempt to save their own skins.
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Date: 2007-08-24 03:30 am (UTC)From:That, combined with the crazy little man who seems to neither feel nor be hampered by the blows rained upon him, and the orcs do not stand a chance. The piles of the dead grow, and thus far, not one of men or elves has been added to their number.
Sallyn and two of his young friends get separated from the group, forming a small knot as they stand back-to-back, fighting with swords and wickedly long and sharp knives in an attempt to save their own skins.