The Leviathan Arrives (Two Blades..cont)

[Envin]

{True. OK.}

The three were still somewhat distant from the advancing attack, giving them a slight advantage, especially when the higher ground was considered. Ash pulled forth his longbow and sent arrow after arrow singing across the sand, while Aragorn caught up many a rock, and with accuracy born of his kindred hurled them at Gurherdir's men.

[Marcus]

Marcus ducked quickly the the arrows that flew at him from Gurherdir's men. Considering now he would be targeted by not only Aragorn and company but Gurherdir as well, Marcus decided it was time to make himself scarce and turned to leave.

[Faron]

Ashuron's longbow fired an arrow straight at one of the approaching Haradrim, straight into his eye in fact. The unfortunate man fell to the ground holding his face as the sun-baked ground beneath him turned red. "Try and match that with your bits of rock," Ashuron challenged Aragorn with a laugh.

[Vilik]

Vilik watched from behind a rock as Marcus turned to flee the scene. As Marcus neared the Vilik's hidding place Vilik drew a dagger. He lept out as Marcus was looking behind and as Marcus turned his head back forward he stood face to face with Vilik who held the dager to his throat. "Its been a while, Marcus. I hope you're as happy to see me as I am to see you."

[Marcus]

Marcus was almost knocked down with suprise at seeing Vilik, things were getting a bit hairy for him now. He smiled and lauged, "Vilik, Vilik, old friend. Its great to see you're doin well......" With that he tuned and sprinted back in the direction he had come, hopping he might find some safety with the Harradrim, though he wasn't sure he would. He ran and had a good lead from his pursuer and jumped in among the ranks of Harradrim that were charging the King and company, hoping that they wouldn't turn on him untill they had finished dealing with Aragorn.

[Idrial]

Idrial heaved a sigh as the scale of the fight began to grow larger. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire." She murmured to herself, unsure of whether or not she'd spoken loud enough for the other two to overhear. The young woman was unexpectant of the sharp arrow that whized past her, and it sliced a neat gash into her arm. She let out a cry of pain and briefly grasped the wound, before pulling a dagger from somewhere within the depths of her wardrobe and flinging it with accuracy just above the heart of the Haradrim who had struck her. Needless to say, he slumped to the ground. Blood began to seep through her sleeve, but she paid it no heed...there were more pressing matters at hand. "See," she said to the elf, "you are not the only one capable of handling a weapon."

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir leaped off the rock he was on and landed on the ground. He began to rush forward towards the King of Gondor, his golden eyes taking on the crazed expression of a beast and his metal claws ready to tear the inferior king to shreds.

[Idrial]

Idrial caught the movement of the beast, Gurherdir out of the corner of her eye. She pulled another dagger from her belt and hurled it toward the creature, waiting to see how true her aim would prove. "Thorongil...!" She cried out in warning, and her eyes flashed with anger toward the creature.

[Marcus]

Macus dashed up the rocks and grabbed a Harradrim by the shoulder, motioned back at Vilik and lied to the guard, "He's with them, get him..." He hoped to confuse the guard a bit and buy himself some time. He then rushed forward and drew his sword, swinging it wildly at the elf.

[Faron]

"Great, now I can pay you back for calling me a dwarf," Ash said and leaped backwards away from Marcus while shooting an arrow at him, aiming straight for the pirate's heart, if he has one.

[Idrial]

Idrial dodged the swipe of one of the Haradrim's blades as she slid across the ground to retrieve the sword of one of the fallen. She swung it with all her might and lodged it into the stomach of an advancing warrior. The maiden rose, watching as he sunk to the ground before turning, unprepared for the oncoming fist of another of the blasted men. It struck her mouth and she could feel a bit of blood begin to trickle down from her lip. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, before slipping from the warrior's reach. It was then that she overheard the elf's comment. Through clenched teeth, as she dodged the strike of another warrior, she spoke. "Mayhap you deserve to be called a dwarf." She remembered the bruise she had upon her leg from the elf's unneccessarily hard kick when she'd been about to give away their names.

[Marcus]

The arrow flew fast and lodged itself into Marcus' shoulder. He gave out a grunt and grabbed the shaft, breaking it off and then charged straight at Ash with his sword. "Ye'll be payin fer that dwarf!" He swung his blade madly slashing away in his rage.

[Vilik]

Vilik sprinted hot on Marcus' trail. As the confussed Harradrim guard that Marcus had pointed his way raised his sword Vilik drew his own and ducked under the mans swing, running him through as he plowed into him. He twisted around and raised his foot, kicking the man back as he pulled the sword from his stomach. He turned just in time to see Marcus take an arrow in his shoulder and he rushed ahead, not wanting the elf to kill him before he could take his revenge.

[Envin]

Aragorn snorted at Ash's comment about his stone-accuracy, and just as the Elf let fly an arrow, Aragorn let fly a stone. The arrow struck an advancing Haradrim guard square in the heart, but Aragorn's stone split the shaft in twain ere the guard fell. Aragorn laughed at Ash's crestfallen face.

He heard Gurherdir's unnatural screams as the wolfman ran upon his with his devious claws outstretched, and spun about. He still had the high ground to his advantage, and as Gurherdir rushed up the rock, Aragorn kicked a large, loose boulder, and the rock went flying at great speed down toward Gurherdir. Aragorn leapt after it, seeming to soar through the air with Anduril at the ready, though at the last second he dropped into a low roll, and sliced at Gurherdir's left side as he rollled past.

[Gurherdir]

A large Haradrim threw himself in front of the large boulder, blocking the stone from hitting his King. Gurherdir stretched out his hand, and grabbed the sword of the King as it came at him, the blade leaving a slash across the palm of his hand, but he held it anyway. With a spin, he attempted to pull the sword from Aragorn's hand, while bringing his other hand in close enough to claw Aragorn's way to death.