[Dungarr(#22613)] The sun sets on another day. Slowly it makes it's decent behind the giant Mistie Mountains and below the horizon. The moon is slowly waking up and starting it's night of work, lighting up the sky softly with it's irredecent glow. As most creatures begin to settle down for the night, two Uruk-Hai are just starting preparations for a journey they are about to depart on the next day. Both figures appear to have an amount of importance about them, which can be seen in the way that they carry themselves. The first figure stops, turning to make sure that the other is not to far behind. "Chieftaness Raktura, dis route here, past the stone, is prolly da best to start off towards the south downs." He points forward and off in the distance, his finger tracing the trail ahead. "Wit our low number we shouldn't have much troulbe senaking through Dunland and past dose hoomans." The Raven Lt, Dungarr, awaits for Raktura's reply.

Jekroz slink along in the underbrush of the thinnnig forest, his bow of crude fashionings hanging from a hand loosely at his side. Near to him is another orc, this one of the smaller variety that inhabits the Misties. Suddenly as the orc steps past a stand of trees, he sees illuminated in the dieing rays of the fiery sun a pair of figures moving along down the trail ahead. Raising his hand upwards, he silently beckons the other orc to be still and quite. Then lifting his hand up, he pushes aside a stray branch that is in front of him to better look on to the two strange orcs. Squinting his one beady crimson orb, he glares at the two for a long moment before with a hiss, he recognizes them to be orcs, though strange looking ones at that. Turning to his companion, he lifts a hand up and points at the two with a jagged finger and hisses, "What do you make of those two, maggot?! Tell me what you's think they be?!" Craning his head around to face torwards them, he continues, "They look to be funny lookin' orcs...not of the kind of the great caverns or the scummy backwards goblins to the north...."

Raktura eyes seem to peer through the twighlight hour at the road ahead. Her senses working at overtime, for this time of the evening presents the most vunerable time for any living breathing beast to walk the path. She listens to the words of the Raven, something in her eye flickers of the slight distrust of the Uruk-Hai, yet a firm knowledge that she is in the Ravens element and must head his words. She nods to him in understanding, "Aye diz areaz givez goodz coverz ta movez amongst da shadows of da nightz. Havez onez of da scouts informz me Captainz of da route. Comez we shallz check da path, makez it secure for who followz" She gestures with one hand, while her other rests comfortably upon the hilt of her sword. The gleam of her dark helm flashes as the remaining rays seem to reflect off of it's dark smoothness.

A smallish orc quietly slinks from the shadows without a sound, being even more silent than most of the quieter races. He moves forward into the shadow of the tree under which his companion stands and blends in as to be almost invisible. Watching forward, he eyes the two travelers with a trained eye of a scout. He whispers to the shadow beside him. "They be orcs, and their gait is one of trained fighters. The one moves similar to one I've seen in Moria with Rukgrok. They are scouting, no, they do not belong here. They are travelling through as we are. Me thinks we can take them." He then silently slides his rusty and blackened blade from its wrappings.

[<#22613>] Dungarr nods at the words of Raktura, following behind her. Years of training have made Dungarr to be one of, if not, the finest scouts from the caves. Moving about in light is as easy as moving about in day. His eyes and ear always take in the slightest thing, for that is how he and the other Ravens can move about so freely in the territories around Isengard. The sun sets deeper behind the mountains and the moon rises yet higher as Dungarr still follows behind Raktura and farhter down the trail. A bird, from several yards away, flies from a tree. This would seem odd to most, but Dungarr pauses for a moment. He looks to Raktura, whom is several feet in front of him, "<Uruk> Stop, something may be afoot. ready your weapons just in case." He lowers his hand to his newly fashioned blade hilt and removes the tab, in case his precautions are indeed true.

[<#515>] Jekroz continues to stare out upon the two orcs travelling slowly torwards him and his smaller companion, his one eye blazing up in fierce bloodlust as the words of the other register upon him. Nodding his head once in response to the scouts words, he lifts his hand to gesture the orc torwards the male orc, his lips almost silently speaking the words, "<Uruk> Go around that one. Get him at the side," turning his gaze slightly he notices the anguished stone figure near the path, he continues as he lifts his hand to gesture at the stone, "<Uruk> get to that stone there." Then turning to stare grimly at the orc, he hisses, "<Uruk> You are to keep the element of surprise on your side, maggot! Foul this up and I promise to hang your hide from the highest peak in the mountains! Now go! When my arrow streaks forwards you strike!" Then turning from the scout, he drops a hand down to the quiver at his side and plucks a black fletched arrow from the quiver slung there. Then nocking the arrow to bowstring, he half draws it back but does no more as he waits for the orc scout to do as it was commanded.

Garj glares at the larger -Hai with an evil glance, but he heeds the larger one's words and ducks down. Waiting until the duo drop beneath a small rise to provide cover, he quickly and silently slinks across the path to the large grey stone troll statue. Staying low, he remains completely behind the stone, only able to see his companion and his nocked arrow, awaiting it's release. A slight trickle of sweat beads down the side of his scarred face as he tightens down his shield to his mutilated arm.

Raktura ears pick up that the Raven has paused in his tracks behind her. Her alert wariness of him causes her to stop and turn to glance at him. As she is about to ask him why he stops, he speaks to her. She arches a brow and glances ahead, the red pools of her eyes gleam into the shadows ahead in attempts to pick out movement within the shadows. Without word, her nostrils flare as if she tries to detect any unusual scents within the air. Her chin lifts slightly, her lips curl back a tad as she breaths in the dusty air detecting only dirt and folaige at the moment. Her hand gripping the hilt of her sword, she slowly pulls it free as the hair at her neck rises, she seems to sense danger approaching. Still no signs reveal themselves to her, she moves onward, wary yet full of confidence such a seasoned warrior would have. She makes no attemps to conceal her steps, nor her presence, almost challenging whatever lays ahead to meet her head on.

Jekroz snickers once at the retreating back of the scout as he watches it slink torwards where it was commanded, his eye flitting to look over on the two larger orcs travelling down the path every now and then. Finally with a satisfied smirk on his face, he watches the scout finally reach the position it was ordered to reach behind the statue of the troll. Then turning his gaze away from the scout, he peers at the two for a long moment before with a low hiss he raises his bow upwards. Then pulling the arrow and string back with two of his fingers, he begins to take bead down the shaft of the arrow at the bold female, aiming for he chest. Snickering once more for good measure, he releases the arrow with a -TWANG- of the bowstring, flinging the arrow across the ground at it's intended target.

[<#22613>] Dungarr stays still for the moment, his head still looking about the shadows for unusual shapes. His ears stay alert and sensitive to odd sounds. "<Uruk> Raktura stand firm," he says as he points ahead and to the left of the trail. He then holds up two fingers, pointing his index finger towards the vicinity of where the bird flew off, and then his thumb back at the stone tablet that they just passed. He then holds his fingers up to his mouth, motioning to be quiet. Turning his body, Dungarr creeps towards the stone, moving slowly so he can avoid moving into any danger that he cannot defend himself from.

Jekroz's arrow flies wide, doing no harm.

Upon seeing the arrow being released, Garj spins from around the pedestal expecting to have to make a brief sprint to catch the prey. He is suddenly confronted with an opponent, and he brings his one good arm across in a quick arc slashing towards the belly of his opponent. He whispers in Uruk,"You have picked a poor place to die today!"

Raktura turns to gaze at the area in which the Raven had pointed ahead of them. No sooner does she seem to gaze into the shadows then the arrow comes flying forth from it. A low growl emerges from her throat as she states to the Raven, "Iz willz takez da one day shoot pig stickerz atz me". Her eyes never leaving the sight of the area in which the arrow originated, she purposefully strides, almost at a trot, towards the hidden one. She raises her sword up and calls out, "Show yeself youze cowardz! Comez meetz da doom me sword bringz uponz ye meaningless life!" Her trotting now turning into a full charge as more of the siloette of the Uruk-Hai in hiding begins to take form.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Dungarr dodges your attack.

[Combat(#13388)] Raktura unsheathes a fierce looking short broadsword. It makes a slight whinning sound as it leaves its sheathe in search of enemy flesh.

Jekroz nearly screams out in an attempt to vent his rage at his miss, but instead he stiffles it with a snarl, though that is still loud. Raising the bow up to hold before him, he contemplates breaking the bow in two but knowing it would be a worthless gesture, he instead slings it up over his shoulder. Then lifting his gaze up to stare down torwards the two, he finds instead of an oppenent that is far away, one that is close and still closing at a full run. Smirking in response to the female's words, he drops his hand down to the long shaft of the hammer at his side. Wrapping his fingers around it's trusting grip, he gives it a yank freeing it of it's bindings on his belt. Then hefting his hammer up high in one hand, he swings his shield up off his side with a quick thrust of his arm downwards into it's straps. Then not taking the time to tighten the straps of the shield onto his arm, he steps out into the full light of the dieing sun, revealling his horrid visage to all before. Lifting his lip up in a snarl of pure hate and rage, the ring pierced through his upper lip glinting in the receding light, he hisses at the female, "Come foul witch! We shall see who dies this day!" And then raiseing his hammer up high, he awaits the female, gleeful anticipation of the coming battle etched across his features.

[Combat(#13388)] Jekroz reaches down to the long hafted hammer at his side and pulls it free of it's bindings.

[Combat(#13388)] Jekroz puts on Metal Shield.

Dungarr aware that the enemy was near, is not fully taken back by the attack of the creature. The glint of the blade catches his eye and he side steps the attack, pulling his body back, spreading his arm wide to conter balence this move. His feet sink into the ground and he grins, "I shall crush your week pathetic body as you see the supremecy of the Fighting Uruk-Hai." He reaches across his body with his right arm, removing the blade from his sheath, lashing forward with his blade. After the attack he returns the blade back to it's sheath, freeing his right arm once again. "It is not my day to die fool, and you are not the one whom shall kill me."

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

Raktura does not stop in her charge forward as the Morian Uruk-Hai reveals himself to her. A sense of pure glee can be seen behind her fiery red eyes. The knowledge that the raging burn of battlelust burns within her veins is about to be answered with the drawing of this foes lifeblood causes the wildness to shine even brighter. She raises her sword in prepration to swing it through towards the midsection of this foe as she charges past him. She lets out a loud bone chilling battle cry as her sword swings towards it's target, "Feelz da Might of da Black Dragon!!!"

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but she misses by an arm's length.

Garj tries to rush past the larger beast to get at the -Hai's side, but encounters a quick strike across his hip from a flashing blade. With a grin as a small stream of blood begins soaking through his armor, he looks into the eyes of his opponent. "<Uruk> You fight like them scrappy goblins! You have no idea what the favor of the Balrog has done to my blade, but you shall taste it now!" With a fierce shriek the smaller one slices the blackened and bent blade towards the exposed arm of his opponent.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Dungarr dodges your attack.

Jekroz lets out a low snicker of contempt at the words of the female, but can't quite respond to her words as he is forced to make a short leap to the side avoid her blade. But quickly recovering his composure for battle, he pivots on one of the heel of one of his boot feet to face torwards the female as she charges by, the crushing end of his hammer flying around in a whistling arc at back of her ribs. As he performs this maneuver, he hisses in a menacingly sibilant tone, "Your might dragon is nothing but a worm in comparison to the allmighty Beast!"

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer, but he misses by a mile.

Dungarr grins, as he can almost see the attack coming before his foe knows he's going to do it. Quickly he plants his left foot, and pulls his body around spinning to his right, as the attackers blade passes right by. Then, in a continuing motion, the Lt. unsheathes his sword again. His attack comes as his body is still twisted and his back facing the opponenet. After the swing, he brings his arm back across his body and back into it's sheath. Turning, he faces the Uruk looking him in the eye. The days he spent in Fangorn, developing his fighting skills as well as a new style of fighting seems to have paid off so far, but for how much longer. His right arm free, he fingers for his foe to continue on.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he misses!

Garj continues on his way past the strange orc and thus avoids another strike from the awkward dance of the -Hai. With renewed vigor he raises his blade above his shoulder and brings his heavy scimitar across the length of his body in a thundering blow to the hip of the twirling beast. A loud growl that evolves into a full scale battle cry rips through the small figure's body as the blade rides it's own shadow towards the target with a whoosh of movement. Garj's eyes continue to burn holes into the larger's eyes, reading there for a prediction of future movement.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Your attack against Dungarr lightly wounds him!

Raktura is quick to whirl herself around with the momentum she has with her charge. Her quickness and speed causes her to escape the bite of her oppenants blade. A grim wickedness crosses her lips, as the sick satisfaction of the possibility of causing this one intense pain is but a hairs breath away. Her lips curl back displaying her sharp yellowed teeth as she grins a hideousness at the Uruk-Hai she pits herself against. She snarls at him as she gains her footing and watches for an opening, "Beast! Aye, dat she-demon youze follows be a lowly beast. Itz not match da might of da Black Dragon. Here'z letz me givez you a taste of yourz destiny!" She fients to the right, only to slice her sword across to the left hoping to draw blood from the ribs of the foul one in front of her.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but Jekroz parries the attack with his War Hammer!

Jekroz lets out a low hiss, his teeth grinding down as his swing comes with scant inches of striking her, but the females agile and spry movements help her to avoid any serious injury. But not to be peturbed by this small twist of fate, he quickly begins to take a cautious step backwards. Though he is nearly fooled into concentrating his defenses in an attempt to evade hurt from an attack that turns to be a feint, the movements of her shoulders give tell to the large Morian warrior of her true intentions at the last moment, causeing him to quickly swing the head of his hammer inwards to strike the inside of her blade and knock it away. But hoping to get in a quick strike before she recovers, he steps inwards torwards her, thrusting the head of his hammer upwards at her jaw, the words "Quiet, witch! I tire of your foul ramblings!" ringing out.

Jekroz furiously attacks Raktura with his War Hammer and lightly wounds her!

[Dungarr(#22613)] The blade of the creature hits it's target, but perhaps not where it needs to. The blade slams into the hip of Dungarr, but not piercing the chain mail or the hide beneath it. Still, a sharp pain is felt and a bruise is sure to be there the next day. Grunting, the Lt. pulls back for a moment, hand tingling and ready tp grab his blade. "Perhaps I underestimated you," he says as his eyes stay locked on his opponenet. Then, leaping forward he attacks, grabbing his sword and lashing at the foe and then returning the blade once again to it's sheath.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

Raktura fails to find her blade slicing through her enemies flesh, but instead finds the butt of his hammer thudding into her jaw as reward for her efforts. She steps to the side and shakes off the annoyance plaguing her jaw momentariliy as a true warrior ignores minor aches and pains. She keeps her focus upon her opponent, not wishing to show him any measure of weakness. Her sword weaves continuous patterns through the air in attempts to draw her opponents attention away causing him to become vunerable to her attack. She sees him flinch, her hands quickly move in to strike her sword against the shield arm of the foul beast before her. Her eyes telling all she wishes to say to this foul being as they show nothing but hatred and rage at this point.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but she misses by a handspan.

Garjs fierce strike caused him to leave himself vulnerable and open to attack. The experienced warrior's blade cuts through any defenses and slips between two plates guarding the orc's belly, gashing the flesh inside causing the wound to bleed black putrid ichor down his mail. The smaller one's battle cry shifts tone to become a yelp of pain and suprise. A quick glance towards Jekroz indicates that he is still doing fine, so Garj spins quickly uopn his heel and twirls into a crouch bringing the curved blade around in a quick arc straight towards the knee of the -Hai in an attempt to immobilize him.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Your attack against Dungarr mildly wounds him!

Jekroz's successful, though seemingly ineffectual, strike gives the large orc some measure of vigor, his one eye flashing hatefully in the little light as he glares at the female. But before he can proceed into his next attack, he is forced to whirl around in a half-circle in an attempt to avoid the slicing blade the female holds. Not wishing to give the female any more of an advantage than that she already has, he quickly turns around to face torwards her, his hammer held out low and to the side. Still glaring at the female, he snickers, "Die, witch! Feel the wrath of the great Beast!" Then as soon as these words leave his lips, he steps forwards, the crushing end of his hammer comeing around in a tight arc at the female's hip.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer, but Raktura parries the attack with her Short Broadsword!

[Dungarr(#22613)] In all of his battles Dungarr has not been taken to the ground often, so it is indeed to his surprise that his knee buckles and he finds himself falling backwards. The attack of the Uruk's blade hits hard against his knee guard, causing no cut but a deep bruise indeed. Falling, Dungarr uses his free hand to push off the ground and hence roll away from the attacker. Springing right to his feet, Dungarr's eyes fill with anger, as his face mirrors that of his eyes. "I am sick of fooling with your weak soul!" His arm again reaches for his blade and lashes at the Uruk, quickly returning to it's sheath once again, as he pulls his body away trying to allow himself a good defenseive positon.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he misses!

A crack slides across Garj's face and turns into a evil looking grin. Remaining in his crouch to avoid the rapid-fire slashes that the ugly one continues to emit, Garj takes another low step remaining in a crouch and spinning like a top to slash low again at the wounded knee of his opponent.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Dungarr dodges your attack.

Raktura sword once again finds only air where once the Uruk-Hai had stood moments before. With a twist of her form and the nimbleness of her body, she is able to avoid the crushing blow of the hammer as if it were nothing to consider. The frustration in her eyes seems apparent as she feels the hunger of her sword for the taste of her opponents blood. With a howl of frustration, she leaps forward raising her sword only to pull it down before her, to slice through the chest area of the Morian Uruk-Hai.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but she misses by a handspan.

[Dungarr(#22613)] In battle it is not a smart idea to attack the same way twice in a row, since any enemy learns from his mistakes. Dungarr simply pulls his leg away from the attacker, sliding his leg back across the ground. Fist clenched around the hilt of his sword, Dungarr lashes down at the Uruk, sword screaming towards it's target. Then, as with all other attacks, it returns to it's sheath and Dungarr prepares for a counter attack.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he misses!

Jekroz once more lets out a low hiss in contempt, his hammer striking the other's blade with a ring. But not to be undone by such a swift maneuver by the female, he drops backwards into a defensive pose, awaiting the attack of the female. And attack she does, he blade whistling through the air at his chest, forcing him backwards a couple hurried steps in order to avoid the obviously sharp edge of the other orc's blade. But instead of launching another attack, he pauses a moment to flip the hammer in his hands around, bringing the long piercing spike to bare. Then letting out a low growl at the female that rises in intensity and volume, he launches a quick, though tentative assault on the female, the pick end of his hammer flying downwards torwards her the joint of her arm and shoulder.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer, but he misses by a handspan.

Garj heeds his opponents advice and quickly stops spinning and rises to his feet in a lightning fast movement bringing the tip of his scimitar up towards the Isen's head in an attempt to drive the tip of his scimitar up under his jaw and deep into his head. "<Uruk> You shouldn't waste words while dying!"

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Your attack against Dungarr mildly wounds him!

Raktura reals in victory as she watches her opponent back away from her charge forward, even though her swords thirst still has not been quenched. Her eyes are quick to pick up the sudden movements of the change in positioning of his weapon and is easily able to side step it's advance towards her. The fire in her eyes a blaze like the forges seem in the caves of her home, hot and full of force as the rage of battle pusles through her viens. They spot a vunerability in her enemies attack. Taking advantage of his outstretched arm, she sends her sword over her head careming towards the vunerable arm with a ear piercing cry of rage.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but Jekroz parries the attack with his shield!

Jekroz catches sight of the other's blade as it comes down from over her head at his arm, his eye narrowing to a slit. Then quickly comeing to a swift decision, he half turns around raiseing his shield up to catch the other's blade on top of it. Then as the other's blade clatters on the top of the shield, he gives it a mighty shove up and away from him. As the other's sword flies back away from him, he turns back around to face her, swinging the spike end of his hammer in at the side of her stomach.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer, but Raktura parries the attack with her Short Broadsword!

Dungarr bats the sword from it's designated target with his shield. However, the attack is not in vain as the blade still strikes his shoulder slightly. He body is pushed back and twisted a bit to the right. Using the momentum already given to him, he grabs his hilt and continues the turn, rotating fully. The blade archs in the air and soars down toward the Uruk. As his movements stop, he brings his sword back to it's sheath. His right hand, now free of it's sword, fully extends forward as he once again waves for his foe to advance.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he misses!

Raktura feels her sword bounce off her foes shield, it clangs with enough force to send her back a step, but as she steps back she senses the attack of the hammer, and slides to the side pulling her sword up knocking it away from her. She grunts slightly as the force of the attack and parry begins to ware on her, but only in a sense that she has yet to feel the exaltation of her sword biting deep into this beasts flesh. With her sword raised, she takes the chance and slices it once again towards the ribs of the Morian, she wills her sword to bury itself deep into the flesh to drink deeply of the black blood coarsing through his viens.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but she misses by an arm's length.

Ducking away from the wide arc of the -Hai's blade, Garj deftly steps aside the strange attack. With his blade raised high over his head after the upward jab of his previous attack, he reverses his momentum and brings the pommel of his scimitar down hard towards the face of the Isen scout in a roar of energy.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

[Combat(#13388)->Garj]

Dungarr dodges your attack.

Jekroz snickers once more at the female as he takes a quick step out of the path of her sword, his one eye blazing with infernal rage and bloodthrust. As soon as the blade passes by where he was, he hisses at the female, "You couldn't even strike a child with that blade of yours, witch!" Hefting his war hammer high above his head, he steps back into place while resumeing his hiss at the female, "I'll show you the true might of a warrior of the great Beast!" Then as soon as these words leave his mouth, his shoulder jerks forwards and the spiked end of his hammer comes flying downwards at the center of the female's collarbone.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer, but Raktura parries the attack with her shield!

Dungarr raises his shield to block the attack, which is sucessfull. However, the blunt of the blow is not thrown to the side like he hoped, and the energy of the swing pushes his body back. Stumbling a bit Dungarr says, "You still surprise me Uruk. Now you die." Grabbing the hilt of his sword his unsheaths the blade and takes stance, changing his fighting style. A grin falls over his face and he then begins to move forward. Blade raised high, he slashes it down at the Uruk, with no general target in sight.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he misses!

Raktura growls at the slipperyness of the Morian Uruk-Hai, her sword sings and wonders aimlessly at nothing as it slices through air once again. Prepared for the slippery ones attack against her vunerability she hefts her shield up to ward off the attack. His words enter her ears like that of a whinning Orcling waiting to be wetnursed. She snarls, her lips rearing back as she spits upon the putrid being of the Morian Uruk-Hai. She grunts out as she thrusts forward towards the midsection of the beastly being, "Youze soundz no betterz den da sniveling snaga spreading liez. Diz willz showz you howz I strikes da childz in frontz of me!"

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!

Garj senses the shift in balance of his opponent and quickly dodges aside and rushes under the raised arm driving the raging blade of the angered -Hai. With a quick duck and spin Garj manages to flank his opponent and still have a spinning shadow arcing towards the much larger Isen. With glee Garj howls into the darkening night.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Dungarr parries your attack with his Short Broadsword!

Jekroz has gotten so complacent in this battle, thinking the female shall never strike him, when with a sudden grunt he feels her blade strike hard into his midsection, forcing him backwards a couple steps. Looking downwards, a look of surprise on his features, he finds to his relief that the chain of his armor has held though it is now dented inwards. Grimacing at the large bruise sure to form, he raises his face upwards, alit with fiercely driven rage, to look upon the female who struck him. Not caring to reply to her words, he suddenly launches forwards at at female, swinging the piercing end of his hammer around in a mighty blow at at her gut.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer and mildly wounds her!

[Dungarr(#22613)] Perhaps this new attack style is better, nonetheless he manages to block the attack with his sword, parrying the blow to his left. Using his strength, he continues to move forward, hoping to over crowd the uruk and confuse him. With his shield out in front, and still moving forward, he raises his blade again and attacks, lashing at his foe.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

Garj's last move left him too close to his opponent, and when the creature begins to lash out while advancing, Garj is caught without enough room to maneuver. He darts off to the side but not before the tip of the offending blade clangs heavilly upon the scale mail. A brief jet of pain races up the smaller one's back. Garj gathers up his strength and crouches low and rushes headlong into the Isen in an attempt to skewer the -Hai upon his battered scimitar.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Your attack against Dungarr moderately wounds him!

Raktura is overwhelmed with a sick hideous joy at finally connecting her sword with the body of the Morain Uruk-Hai that she slacks a bit in her gaurd. The pointed edge of the hammer sends a small scratch over her hip as she dances away from his attack. She ignores the scratch as if it was a insignificant nusiance. She rounds herself around to face the Southerner. Her sword once again flowing patterns in the air as she comments, "Mayhapz I teachez da child ta quitz it snivelingz hmmm?" She grins as a low chuckle emanates from deep within her belly. Her eyes wary of the one before her, she keeps her eyes peeled upon him, almost willing him to submit to her. She circles him, searching, waiting for the right time. The time presents itself, she moves in and strikes hard at the ham string of the back of the Hai's leg as she moves past him.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but she misses by a mile.

Jekroz still doesn't care to respond to the heated words of the female, though his face shows clearly the rage building up within him. But his rage doesn't blind him to the sudden attack she makes causing him to quickly spin around out of the path of her sword before it strikes into his legs. Then spinning back to face the female, he brings the spiked end of his hammer around, hopeing the inertia of his spin around will help it to penetrate into the armored chest of the female.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer and moderately wounds her!

[Dungarr(#22613)] Fools tend to act hastly, and every good warrior should know that. Then why did Dungarr attack so quickly, now allowing himself much of a defensive position. He shakes his head and is shown his error as the blade of his foe manages to finallay cut his black skin. A slight grunt emerges from the Raven's gut as he knows that will leave a scar for a long time. Backing from the foe, he thins his eyes, attepmting to outwit his opponent for a moment. Then, with his blade still heald out, he lunges at the Uruk, aiming for his sword bearing arm.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

Raktura grunts with discust as her sword misses it's intended target, as she rises from her attempt she finds the spike of the beast burying itself into her shoulder. She cries out in shocked anguish as it's pulled free of her. She staggers back in suprise that this slippery one had indeed caught her off guard. She brings her shield hand up to feel the warm stickiness of her black blood beginning to ooze from the wound. She looks at the blood upon her hand then up towards the Beast that dared to defile her body. Her eyes fill even more, if it were possible, with the ever lasting hatred for this sickening animal that challenges her. The rage overwhelming her she charges forward, bringing her sword down in an arc across her body at the midsection of the beast with a blood curling howl.

Raktura furiously attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword and lightly wounds him!

Garj barely seems to notice the glancing blow striking hard upon his armored limb. Instead of retreating, however, Garj slashes wildly sending a volley of attacks towards his opponent. A wild rage growing inside him beginning to show in his actions. The darkened steel lashes out with a rage of it's own, flashing madly in the faint moonlight.

You attack Dungarr with your Scimitar...

Your attack against Dungarr mildly wounds him!

Jekroz lets out a triumphant howl as his hammer finally after long exchanges of blows strikes a substantially to do some damage, but his triumph is quickly cut short as the female quickly comes forwards at him, her sword flying out to strike at him. Even though the larger northern warrior takes a step backwards to avoid the blade, he doesn't quite make it successfully as the end of the other's blade slides across his midsection with a shower of sparks, severing a couple links to score a thin line across his flesh. Wincing at yet another pain to deal with, he takes a step back forwards, hefting his hammer up high above him again, the crushing end now brought around. Then spitting in hatred at the female, he with a grunt of exertion brings the crushing end of his hammer down in a mighty swing at the crown of her helmetted skull.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer, but Raktura parries the attack with her shield!

[Dungarr(#22613)] The blunt of the attack misses the left arm of Dungarr, and only slight scrapes the back shoulder of Dungarr, leaving a bruse in it's wake but not leaving a cut. Moving back to his origianl style of fighting, Dungarr resheaths his blade and backs off from his attacker. He raises his eyebrow in a quick thought, then he crouches down for an instant. Tightening his muscles, he leaps forward, removing his blade from it's sheath quickly and lashing at the left side of the Uruk as he passes him in the air.

Dungarr attacks you with his Short Broadsword!...

...and he hits! Ouch!

Raktura rises her chin with another howl of victory as her sword scores, in it's ever lasting quest, it finally drinks of her enemies blood. She is trained enough to know not to waist much time over victorious moments, but to keep an attentive eye upon the movements of her opponent. Spying another attack reaching for her, she draws her shield up to ward it off successfully as she turns to gain new footing. The evident craziness in the female Orcs eyes seem to take control of her beingness. The pain inflicted upon this beast somehow feeding her lust for battle with a fury that is unmatched. She again charges in with a suddeness in hopes to catch him unprepared, to strike again at his weakness upon his midsection hoping to widen the wound already there.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword and mildly wounds him!

The quick slach combined with the change in fighting style caused the smaller orc to leave himself completely open to the slash that now gapes upon his side spilling a trickle of blood down his leg. A grimace crosses the helmed face and a growl can be heard from underneath the helmet. Without a word Garj turns and races back towards the southwest in an attempt to avoid any further abuses.

You dodge aside from Dungarr...

You head deeper into the Caerdh Wood, following the twisting turning path, and soon you hear the sound of rushing water.

Jekroz's face screws up into one of even more rage and anger as his hammer strikes the other's shield, which she quickly knocks away. But catching her blade once more whirling through the air torwards him, he takes a step backwards to avoid it, partially successful as the tip strikes the edge of his flesh with a loud noise. But not to be put off by this, he drops his hammer low and steps forwards, his hammer swinging in at the side of her knee. But as he swings he catches sight of the scout turning tail and fleeing from his opponent, serving to fuel the orc's anger even more.

Jekroz attacks Raktura with his War Hammer and mildly wounds her!

[Dungarr(#22613)] As he rises from his leap, Dungarr turns to see his foe fleeing from the fight. A grin rises over his lips as his can notch another slash in the hilt of his blade. Turning, he peers over at his comrade, looking to see if she still stands. Indeed she does and he begins to make his way over to aide her in battle.

Raktura cackles with a hint of insane laughter as her sword again slices through flesh again. The hysteria blinding her vision as she tries to turn to face her enemy once more. She finds the hammer nicking at her thigh poking slightly through one of the small rings of the mail covering it. She quickly backs her leg away from the stinging nick, while she readies herself for another attack. A slight frothing at her lips begins to appear as the rage of battle carries her into a deeper state. She tempts fate once again with a new feint to the right, to slice at the leg to the left.

Raktura attacks Jekroz with her Short Broadsword, but she misses by a mile.

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