Meeting a Wanderer | First Age RP
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The buzz and thud had already snapped him from his idle humming, and his sword cleared its scabbard scant moments after hers. He nudged his unnerved mount away from her, glancing around, seeking any sign of the enemy.
"It’s daylight," he murmured, trying not to betray his worry. "They don’t come out in daylight…"
Then, perhaps thirty feet away, he locked eyes with an orc crouched amongst the foliage, and raised his sword defiantly.
“Good to know,” Aglariel answered, very dryly. “Would you like to help me remind them of why?”
It had been pure misfortune, she thought, that had caused their paths to cross -- the shade was heavy beneath the trees, and the orcs had doubtless hidden themselves in it to await the coming night, but two travellers must have been too tempting a target to resist, even with the Sun still in the sky. She and Dayn had that advantage, at least, for as long as the daylight lasted.
She’d spotted the rest of the orcs, now, and her face twisted into a fierce smile. “Let’s send these creatures howling back to Angband!” she called, nudging her horse into charging directly at the orcish archer.
Wild laughter, strange and fey, spilled from her lips as she rode the orc down, and that laughter rose into a triumphant whoop as she cut its neighbour down in one swift strike.
