As the captive is brought in, he looks about with revile, and when the rag is removed, he speaks. "Filthy heathens, Orcish dogs shall never win this fight as long as there are my kind around." He coughs and a streem of blood flows from his lips, and starts orming a puddle on the ground. As the couging fit worsens, he doubles over as his body is wracked with pain. Summoning his inner strength, he glares defiantly at his captors.

Bunji perks his head up as he notices a gathering of uruks. Getting up BUnji walks through the gathering crowd pushing little snagas out of his way, and ducking around the larger dogs.

Wazid looks about the group of people. Sighting a familiar face a smile forms upon his lips. His whispers something to a nearby uruk who runs through the crowd. Reaching Bunji the messenger says, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>", then hurries back to the front of the crowd. All the while Wazid takes out 4 small stakes and a small hammer and nails them in a rectangle around the body.

Bunji looks at Wazid with a bemused/confused glance. Shrugging his shoulders he walks through the crowd to Wazid. Stopping short of the uruk he grunts, "yes?"

The man on the ground watches in horrified silence, as he realizes his fate. Seeming t regain his senses, he looks at his tormentor and mumbles a few  words.

Bunji looks around watching the gathering crowd. Making sure that his battle axe is in its place, he glances up at wazid, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Wazid nails in the last stake then measures the distance between the stakes once with his hands. Nodding once in approval, he rises and turns to Bunji, his eye gleaming in the morning light. As he hands him a small dagger he  says, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" and does the same with another uruk. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>". From within his cloak he then brings out a large leather strap which he cuts into 4 equal pieces.

Ra_Klar watches the goingons in horror andfascination, never imagining death would come like this, always thinking it would be on the field of battle

Bunji walks around to stand by the human's head. Glancing down bunji smiles, his teeth fully exposed. Chucklying at the human, he takes out his battle axe and running a finger down its blade, "Stupid human"

Wazid looks back at the feet of the body then at the arms again, the straps being laid by the stakes. Turning back to Bunji and the other uruk he says, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Giving a small kick to each to strengthen the  message.

A possesed look enters the eyes of the man on the ground, and he snarls at his tormentors, "Fools, think ye you can win by killing me, I'm but one of many that seek vengence, and you shall die for this outrage, Kill me now or begone." He spits on Wazid.

The 'small kick' given to the other uruk seemed to through him off balance. Slipping upon the legs of the body with the dagger still in hand, his hand instincivly pulls in causing the dagger to make a small cut in the bodys legs and cut off the cords binding the legs. As this happens, Wazid is blinded by the spit and rubs his eyes for a second shouting in the common tongue, "You fool!". Rubbing his eyes he does not notice the grave misfortune that has occured...yet.

Seeing the confusion generated by the lackey, Ra rolls to his feet by Wazid and grabs his longsword on his way. Upon reaching his feet, he rams his  shoulder into wazid, attempting to send the other to the ground. He then  takes a swing at one of the Uruk's standing around, he then makes a run for the gate to the fortress, hitting Bunji on his way to try and cause him to fall.

Bunji stumbles backwards as the snaga falls into him. As Bunji tries to  juggle snaga, knife, and battle axe, rthe axe falls from his hands and cuts through the arm's band. Then as the human charges past the two uruks fall to the ground.

Wazid opens his eyes, seeing the mayhem they turn blood-red with anger.  Shouting at the crowd of orcs he says, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>". Upon saying so 7 large uruks charge after the human, scimitars in hand. Chasing him to the front of the gate they try to corner him. One large one yells in the  common tongue, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" nearing him with the dark blade in hand.

Upon seeing the confusion caused by his actions, Ra frees his arms from the cords and roles to his feet, grabing his sword on his way up. Then rams his shoulder into Wazid, trying to send him off balance. He turns and makes a run for the gate, upon seeing the two guards at the gate, he grabs a torch off of the wall, and throws it onto the stack of timber, trying to start a fire and cause even more mayhem.

The blow from the human knocks Wazid to the ground. As he gets up, the hood of his cloak unmasked, his face shows pure anger with its gritting teeth and growling. Seeing the captive running away he shouts at the crowd and 6 large uruks, clad heavily with black scimitar in hand, charge after the human. Turning to the uruk that slit the cords, Wazid gives him a powerful kick to the head. his nose then twitches once. As he turns and sees the mighty blaze on the far side of the fort he yells to the other uruk an order. While getting others to bring water.

Wazid says something unintelligible.

Bunji Shoves the snaga off of himself, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Rolling to his feet Bunji looks around at the confusion, and draws his ax. Locating the human, he charges after him with his axe raised. "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

Ra_Klar makes a break to try to slip past the two guards at the gate, attempting to take advantage of the mayhem, and hoping that the guards will be confused and disoriented, for at least enough time for him to slip by. due to all the screaming and the newly issued orders

As some smoke from the cackling fire reaches the sky, the 2 guards glance or to the source. Seeing the human with the torch still in hand, each cracks a small smile and raises they're scimitar while readying their shields. As you near them one says something to the other causing both to let out small ghoulish laughs that somehow seem to be focused on you.

Ra_Klar runs towards the gates, and dives to the ground, ending up in a sommersault designed to tumble past/between the two gaurds. and then comes back to his feet

Arachias sees the tark fly into the gates and grumbles, barking out loudly, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" He motions to a group of large uruk's brandishing the symbol of a moon defiled by a ghastly face of death. Quickly the red badged orcs make there way to the logaz and follow his finger to where it points. Their eyes appear to widden and in curses of disgust they begin their persuit of the hooman, Arachias falling in directly in front of them.

Ra_Klar runs towards the gates, and dives to the ground, ending up in a sommersault designed to tumble past/between the two gaurds. and then comes back to his feet

The Gate guards(not being fools) move to block the human trying to flee the camp, orders are yelled to the uruks on the wall to bring up there bows and to shoot it if it gets out of the gates. Other crys of order go out for wargs to be cut lose and to have them run down the human.

Seeing the mayhem and uruks running about, Wazid breathes deeply causing a deep bellow like noise. The veins in his neck bulge along with his tendons tightning. As a uruk runs by him he gives him some orders and the uruk immediatly runs to the leader of the 6 uruks(ARACHIAS). Reaching him he says something then runs off to the fire still ablaze. As this happens runs to the side of the fort and shouts some orders to the archers positioned on the wall while drawing a large black blade from within his cloak.

The sommersault barely manages to get by the two guards, but once outside, Ra takes off at a sprint into the fog, hoping to lose himself from sight. And realizing that the sunlight, what little ther is getting through the fog, will hinder the archers efforts.

Wazid says something unintelligible.

Bunji still slightly shaken from his fall continues to chase after the human. His body crouched down low, his legs quickly covers the ground. Holding his battle axe in his left hand, Bunji's face is a glow with excitement and adrenilin.

Arachias approaches Ra_Klar as orders the uruks to surround him, slowly he steps past the now hoarding troops and into the ring that the tark remains. His eyes appear to glow a bright crimson red as mists coils about his body like a serpent may a tree. Foam spews forth from his lower lip, dripping in globs to the ground as snot runs freely from his flaming nostrils. A dark rumble of laughter comes from his belly as he looks at the human, followed by a simple shake of his heavy head. Slowly then he speaks in the common tongue, "Hooman, where do ye think yah be going? Eh?"

there is a howl form the mists as the uruks search the fog for the human, and there carful to avode the quicksand pits that are there. There is a shut as one of the uruks seem to have found a path abd beging to fallow it after the human.

breaking free of the fort, Ra looks back to see the pursuit. Upon seeing the Uruk's chasing him, he panicks, and, not watching where he is going, he trips over something he can't see, prolly a broken limb. He hits the ground, and remembers his wounds.... grunting. The adrenalin seems to have warn off, as he struugles to get back o his feet, as he hears the approaching orcs, he realizes he is to slow.

Wazid squint a bit in the dim light, watching the uruks gain upon the human. A sly grin forming upon his face he shouts to then, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>". Leaning against the wall he waits for them to bring the captive back, his eyes wide open in excitment as to what he shall do to him.

>From the Walls of the fort Arrow fly out into the mists, and from the gates, and in hot chase, come about 20 well armed uruks. At hitting the mists they slow, knowing all to well the pits of quicksand and deep bogs that are about.

Kylier waits lowly in the marsh, watching a running figure come from the fort. He does not move at first, unsure who it is. His 4 Riders hide by him as well.

Ra_Klar finally gets back up, and starts off again, the pain in his leg becoming all to real, he slows to a jog, the most he can handle. As he goes along, he falls into a pit of quicksand, unnoticed in his haste.

There is a howl form one of the uruks as it points to a fresh path in the muck, and waves the others to fallow him into the marsh after the human. The Uruks fan out and and start (or so they hope) to circle the wounded human.

Through the mists a small group moves purposely, staying close together and following the one in the lead. The trails are confusing, but they seem to be following one such with that leads in what should be the right direction.

Out in the mires of the marsh, a lone Uruk-hai makes his way through the miserable area slowly, often bending over to examine the ground about him. He raises his head as he hears the commotion echo strangely through the thick marsh fog, but returns to his own search.

Ra_Klar looks around in desparation, and sees what he would rather not, the orcs. He begins to try to escape, but in his attempt, he makes enough noise to give away his location to the approaching orcs.

Llachhal stops, hand raised, as noises sound from ahead and slightly to the right of the group. The 4 men following him are also hooded, while behind them are the Riders.

The uruks chuckle as they see where the path leads, and move towards the edge of one of the quicksand pits and and watch the human slowly starting to sink in to the muck, after a moment one of the uruks toss the human some rope and looks as tho they are willing to pull him out.

Kylier rides along on his horse, a bit back from the scouts, his two gaurds ride just behind him on either side. Then two more behind them.

Wazid watches as the uruk's stop moving. Leaning forward a bit to get a closer view he notices another figure, unarmored in the muck. Smiling evilly, he calls to 4 nearby uruks to accompany him, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" he hisses with a small laugh. The group make their way over to the small horde with the human. Two upon each side of him, Wazid reaches the pit and waits for the human to be dragged out, his cloak moving a bit as if his hands were moving about getting something.

Ra_Klar takes the rope reluctantly, not sure if it is better to die here or at the hands of the orcs, but not seeing much of a choice.

The leader signals a move forward and then moves ahead himself, his eyes going from ground to the fog ahead. Careful not to lead them into the mire that will pull a man or horse into it, Llach pulls out his sword, shield already on his left arm. As they move, the noises grow louder and there is a swirling movement to the fog ahead.

A lone shadow lurks in the fog around the group of uruks. A glint of steel shines through the fog, and Bunji slowly steps out of the shadows. With a smile on his face he watches the going ons, while still looking out into the marsh.

There is a cry of pain and fear as somethings life ends at the hands of something evil. At this the uruks only chuckle and pull the human out of the muck then quickly start to beat him as they start to drag the human back to the fort.

You shout "he is grabbed by the orcs, he turns from the blow, putting a lot of strain upon it. "AARGGH, DAMN YOU!""
Kylier spurrs his horse, and men on, relying on the abilities of the scouts ahead of him to help guide em.

Wazid, an look upon his dark face, growls at the uruks', "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Turning to the other 4 uruks that accompanied him he hisses, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" Softly cackling to himself, Wazid draws out a thin razor sharp dagger from deep with in cloak, in a small voice unders his breath he says, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" along with a large amount of laughing.

You shout "continues screaming as his battered body is dragged over the rough land, oblivious to all else, he wishes he had payed more attention when Llach was talking about escape and stuff."

There is a cry for one of the humans that guide Kylier's horse, miss steps and falls in to the water, and is quickly lost from sight. At this time the human is yelled by the uruks that darg it back toward the gates of the fort. At this point the uruks and the humans start to come out of the mists near the fort.

Gurth raises his head from his search again, listening to cries of anguish. He smiles at the obvious misfortune befalling someone, then gets back to the task at hand.

Llachhal continues to keep the group moving carefully, signalling to of the forayers with him to string their longbows. He glances back over his shoulder at the Riders behind him, then concentrates on keeping the out of quicksand or the deep bogs. The group twists first one way, then another as the avoid the worst spots.

Bunji rests his battle axe over his shoulder and tosses back his head as he begins to laugh at the pitiful human. Hearing something in the fog,Bunji spins around and peers into the marsh searching for the source. Finally giving up he restlessly returns to watch the group of uruks.

Scrag moves thought the marshes as he hunts his food for the day, he then stops as he smells a odd scent, that being the scent of the riding beasts of man. Slowly he turns and starts fallow the smell.

The 4 uruks take the body of the human from the horde causing much grumbling. Each one taking a separate appendage, they bring the body to Wazid. Holding the dager in his hands, a ray of light shines upon it and it glistens. He signals the orcs to lay the human down on the ground, holding him there. They have no trouble in moving the it since it does little to fight back in its condition.

Looking down at it once, Wazid spits a green phlemn directly in its face, "You fool, you thought you could escape from the servants of the great Eye?" he says in the common tongue with a large laugh. "You would have died quickly and painless but now you will die a thousand deaths!" he adds cackling along with all the uruks watching.

The group of scouts and Riders keep moving ahead, the two archers watching the fog in the direction of the screams, while Llachhal keeps his eyes on the ground, leading just before the two and trusting them to shoot as needed. Behind him he can hear the riders, while off in the fog ahead somewhere, there are the screams and laughter to guide him, and hurry them on....

Ra_Klar attempts to kick free, but realizes that the orcs are to strong, in his current state, he just glares at his captor. "Each death I die, fool, will be answered with one of your kind, for the eye shall go blind, before Ithiien falls."
 

Scrag hisses fainlt as he know that this scent should not be here, he then pulls his axe from his belt and brings it to the readly. Again he starts forwad, scaning the mists for movement from his unseen meal.

Kylier hears a sound to his right, His sword is held ready as he strains to see what it is.

Llachhal reaches to his left hip and draws his ancient blade swiftly out of it's battered sheath.

Scrag pulls his war axe from it's belt loop and holds it at the readly.

Bunji spins around again as he senses presences in the marsh. Taking a few steps into the marsh, Bunji blends into the fog and continues to search the marsh for the source of the disturbance.

Wazid laughs at the words of the human, in the common tongue he says, "The Eye shall cover Middle-Earth and crush your puny people!". Turning to the side he signals for another uruk to come help him(Bunji). Twirling the dagger in his hands, the smile on his face never seems to fade. "You will feel the pain you fools have caused, you and your kind shall be punished by us, the servants of the Eye!" he hisses with a few droplets of spit.

Kylier holds up his hand, stoping the riders. the horses stand still, but move thier heads as a foul smell comes to them

Wazid says something unintelligible.

The time seems endless as the noises ahead grow louder, yet are still unseen, though again the fog seems to swirl with movement before them. Though they move as quietly as possible, it is impossible to silence the sounds of the horses hooves as they sink a little into the mud at each step. Llachhal glances behind him as the sound of the horses stop for a moment, then raises a gauntleted hand to urge the group forward again. Determined to keep the group together, he waits for another moment for Kylier to signal his intentions.

Kylier spurs his men on with the signal from Llachhal, the slurping sound of the hooves begin again

Scrag hisses faintly as he knows he his close to his target(or so he thinks) he then lets out a howl and jumps forward as he sees something in the mists. There is a loud *crack* as the troll's axe slams into a old, fallen tree. Scrag then shouts in rage at this that pulls his axe from the tree, looking again to the mists.

Bunji giving up returns to the group in time to come to the aid of Wazid. Putting his axe away, he lends his aid.

Looking at Wazid, the look of anguish turns to one of sorrow and pity. "Foolish worm,...coughing.. you serve .. coughing..the eye until your mean..cough..ingless death, and are then forgotten, .. big fit of coughing...you die for no purpose, .. soughing..is it worth it? Answer ye that before I die?" He regains control for the final question, and then lapses into a momentary fit of uncontrollable coughing.

Wazid kneels down next to the human, turning his head to Bunji he says, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" still with the ghoulish scythe-like smile upon his lips. Hearing the words of the human he, twirls the dagger in his fingers a bit thinking.

Wazid says, "I shall serve the Eye and I shall be rewarded after death. I fear not death nor look forward to it. I shall not be forgotten for the Eye shall remember me!""

Bunji lowers himself to his knees and graps hold of the human's wrist. While Bunji's hands seem to be lacking their pinkies, his grasp has not seemed to have weakened. Grinning at the human, he turns his head up to wazid for furthter instruction.

As the riders move ahead, Kylier nods to Llachhal to continue on.

Ra_Klar seems to have regained control of his body, for the moment. "FOOL, eye craves power, ..not ... care ... about ... followers, you ... die ... nothing." Ra then looks directly at the dagger, choosing to see death coming, rather than hide from it. He spits in Wazid's face, "Kill me then."

Scrag looks to the marsh ground and note that passing of the human's rideing beasts, he then frowls as he looks to the mists as if hopeing to see where these Beasts are. He then notes the has no clue which way the beasts wented. Seeing this he He bring he axe to the readly and trys to hear where the the humans are.

Llachhal nods, raising his hand to acknowledge the signal, then faces ahead again, where the fog still swirls. A quick glance at the four men with him reassures him that each remembers their part in this, and Llachhal thinks no more of it, sure of them after so many years of working together by hand signal. Again the group moves ahead and the swirling mist ahead begins to resolve into figures. Aware that there may still be unstable ground between them, Llach walks carefully, eyes again scouring the ground ahead.

The riders, led by Kylier follow behind the Gondorian Scouts. Kylier leading them whith two riders on either side and slightly behind. Two more follow behind them

Wazid growls angrily as he wipes the spit from his face. To Bunji he says, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" with a cackling laugh as he reaches down to the humans hand. Clenching its fist hard, Wazid opens the smallest finger upon the humans hand from the fist. Taking the sharp dagger firmly in his hand he brings it down quickly upon the lone finger severing it and causing blood to spew out.

His hood being blown off by the wind, Wazid stares down upon the, now 9-fingered, body, his left obsidian eye glistening. Cackling evilly he says in the common tongue, 'You shall lose the other also you worm. I shall have you slowly rot away in pain and sorrow!"<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>

Goresgal follows aloneside Llachhal, he looks sideways every few minutes keeping sight on those men with them. Narrowing his eyes as he tries to peer through the surrounding fog he curses softly to himself, realising his bow is useless as such and opts for his blade and shield..
 as he rises from the ground the bloody axe in in one hand the finger in the other.

Scrag hisses darkly as he hears the shouts of the uruks from the fort walls, he then guess that the riding beasts of the humans might be that way. He then turns in the muck and and starts to move slowly towards the fort, again eyeing the mists for movement.

The blood already covering the ground is drowned in the screams of the victum. Still laughing heartily to himself he gets another uruk to hold the other hand, following the same procedure. Raising the already bloody dagger again, Wazid slices into the other little finger causing even more blood to fill the area. Taking the finger in his left hand, he slides the knife across the humans hand, causing the knife to get clean and the hand bleeding heavily with a deep gash. Finally satisfied with the screams of pain, he says in the common tongue, "Now you shall greet your forefathers!" raising the dagger high in the air staraight above the humans heart.
Gurth has disconnected.

The groups moves carefully ahead, the figures before them becoming clearer now. Raising his arm, Llachhal signals now to those who follow to rush the group ahead, the ground fairly stable aside from a patch of quicksand he leads the aside of. Swords and shields at the ready, the forayers rush into the orcs, who appear to be gathered around a human figure, prone on the ground. Llachhal heads for the human, as the two archers finish putting aside their bows and setting shields, drawing swords at the same time Goresgal did. Behind him, Llach can hear the riders, but his eyes are on the figure on the ground and those who stand between him and Ra_Klar, as he comes close enough to see who that figure is.

Yelling, Kylier sees Llachhal head out, He then spurs his riders on, one already designated to ride out with RK, that man hangs back a bit as the other 3 ride ahead.

Scrag chuckles as he hears the faint words of the shaman. He then slows as it seems all is well in hand, till he hears the snort from one of the rideing beast. He then stops and hold his ground knowing that the humans will more than likely come back his way as they try to flee.

Ra_Klar screams in agony, and seems to get a little adrenalin back, as he breks one of his arms free, but that is all. He lays on the ground in agony, tryingto control his screaming.

Bunji looses his grip on the humans wrist as the blood flows freely. Hearing a commototion, Bunji rises and looks in supprise at the approaching humans. Kicking the limp Ra_klar out of the way,

Bunji whips out his battle axe and steps between wazid and the approaching humans.

Slipping his mask down to hide his face and setting a visage more terrifying than is normal for a man, Goresgal grits his teeth as he nears the enemy. With blade held before him the Ranger sets himself into long, purposeful strides, his keen eyes now making out clearly the forms of the Orcs before him and that of the scout at their mercy. Holding his shield close he nears a Uruk-Hai.

Ra_Klar, having both hands free, tries to sit up, and find out what is going on, since he can't see anything yet.

The others in the group slip down their masks too, each heading for one of the orcs in the group around the downed and screaming scout. Llachhal recognizes the one who faces him, from the face and battleaxe, and raises shield to the axe, sword coming down in an arc to slash at Bunji's shoulder.

Wazid is startled by the humans rushing causing him to fall back and having the dagger fall right in front of the human's arm. Shouting to the nearby orcs he yells, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>" grabbing his axe from its belt loop. As one lone human passes Bunji, he holds out his axe with the spike outward as he slowly backs away yelling in a the common tongue, 'You fools shall die for this!'. Glancing to the side he sees 2 uruks come and keep the human at bay while Wazid sneaks off silently with the 2 bloody fingers still in his hand. Watching from a safe distance he places the fingers in a small pouch deep within his cloak and readies his axe in case a stray human pass the horde.

Scrag, at hearing the sounds of combat starting, holds his ground. He then mutters in comman to himself "Let them think they have won, and when they come back out..." he then trails of in a dark chuckles and brings his axe to the readly. He know all he has to do now is wait.

His hands and legs finally being free, Ra stnds up and sees his friends. Staying in as much of a crouch as he can manage, he makes his way around the fighting and behind the Rangers. He slowly starts to make his escape, but not letting the rangers get out of his sight.

Bunji pulls his axe back from bouncing of the shield, as the human's sword swings at his shoulder. Turning his head slightly, bunji notices the blade arcing down at his neck. Trying to avoid the bite of the blade, he spins to his right. But the sword catches on his shoulder, a mere scratch but as the blood swells so does Bunji's anger. Continuing with his spin, Bunji tries to get behind the human and split his head open with his axe.

Dragalor spears the orc as he charges forward on his horse. He chuckles and heads for the next that stands between the charging forces and the Gondorian.
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Ra_Klar sees the horsemen riding on, and decidesthat it might be safer not to try to skirt the enemy, so he finds a place away from as much of the combat as possible, and waits until he has an openning to escape.

Kylier hangs back a bit guiding his men. The other 3 are sent to harass the cretures as Dragalor spots Ra and makes his way to him.

Scrag closes his eyes for a moment and takes in the sounds of the battle. He then opens his eyes and smiles faintly. He knows that soon the battle will be over and the humans will back track to this point. Slowly he starts to swing his axe from side to side as he waits. Soon very soon his axe will taste the blood of humans once more.

Llachhal turns with the orc and sidesteps, bumping into two other fighters and the axe cuts a slice down his arm until it hits the shield. Moving back towards the orc again, he thrusts the shield forward, while the sword slashes down at Bunji's weapon arm.

Eronhelm heads for an orc that attempts to slip behind the Scouts, he yells to alert them as he spurs his horse to thier aid.

The forayer Llachhal bumped into slashes at the orc before him, the two trading blows, though the human has the reach of the orc and slowly begins to push him back.

Goresgal confronts one of the Uruks that stand over the form of Ra_Klar, he drives his shield directly at the smaller creature, its eyes opening wode as he strikes the Orc hard, throwing it back and off its footing..

Bunji yelps as his his battle axe catches on the shield. As his axe his yanked above his head, Bunji lets go with his left and tries to knock away the incomming blade. As the edge cuts open the outside of Bunji's left forearm, he kicks out his right leg trying to connect with the human. Then from being in such an ackward position BUnji howls as he tumbles to the ground.

A lone snaga finds himself alone between the almost lifeless Ra_klar and the Kylier. Griping his sword in his hand he gives an empty yell as he jumps at kylier

Llachhal takes advantage of the orc's fall and moves around him, trying to locate Ra, almost bumping into the Rider who is doing the same. Grabbing for Ra's arm, Llach turns to see who is between them and the rest of the group.

Opposite Llachhal another of his kind stands too, with a quick step he closes, "Come, we must flee ere there host falls upon, lets gather our brother and run while we can!"

Ra_Klar attempts to tand, using Llach for some support. Once standing, the two of them, Ra being almost carried by Llach, move towards the Rohirrim that bumped into Llach,

As Dragalor focuses on Ra, he does not see the rushing Orc till almost to late, both spear and axe strike at the same time. Dragalor falls dead off his horse, the spear impaled in the orc's chest. Kylier spurs another Rider to make it to RK. Sindar rushes his horse to the unprotected Ra.

Llachhal nods, sliding off his shield and slipping it to his back so he can grab hold of Ra, taking much of his weight as they move towards the horses, inbetween the fighting still going on.

Sindar makes it to Llachhal's and Ra's side, quickly he holds out his left hand to take RK upon his horse.

Ra_Klar gives his hand to the man, but doesn't have the strength to mount, so relies upon Llach and the rider, t get him up, and then wrapps his arms around the rider, and slumps over, barely conscious.

Goresgal whirls suddenly, the heavy footsteps of an attacker charging from behind grabbing his attention, his blade flicks out and with a *thud* it connects, catching the beast in its midsection. But its momentum carries its wicked scimitar onward and it strikes Goresgal on his shoulder, he grunts and pulls his arm back, blood trickles down his arm. He turns once more and calls to Llachhal, "<UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH>"

The rements of the orginal grouop of orcs regather around Bunji as he gives orders to them to stop the humans. Bunji steps to the front of the path holding his axe in front as blood oozes from his left shoulder and arm. On both sides of bunji stand a orc ready to attack. The trio, the only orcs left in the area slowly advace towards the humans.

Sindar lets go a curse and reaches way off his horse, grabing the Gondorin by his pants and in one mighty heave pulls him onto his horse. Ra finds him self a package infront of Sindar.

Kylier sees the 3 orcs moving out, he spurs his horse forward, loudly screeming, his blade swings high to attack

Llachhal let's Sindar take Ra, as he faces the orcs left. Mindful of the Riders with them, he calls back. "Aye brother, for Ra is now safely ahorse. Tis time to move out!"

The orc on the left of Bunji moves out to take on Kylier as the horse thunders towards the group of orcs. Yelling his battle cry the orc leaps at kylier with his sword poised for action. Alas the orc fails to notice the humans sword as it cuts down on its shoulder. Grimacing in pain the orc still tries to climb up onto the horse to dispose of the human.

Ra_Klar is slumped over the horse, and not moving much at all. Infact, the only signs of life are the twitches and the low moaning sounds escaping from his lips.

Kylier sees the blad strike the orc, then as the creature claws its way onto the back of his horse, he tries to elbow the thing off.

The second to last orc slowly approaches Llach with his sword held in front weaving in a deadly pattern. A gruesome smile spreads across its face as suddenly leaps at Llach.

Llachhal pulls back on the reins slightly as they leave the fog behind, waiting for the others to draw closer together.

Kylier rides in on one side of Sindar who holds a limp form drapped over his saddle.