eat off the scythe of trollok, I make half-step to right and striked. The blade, shined in moon light, draw the blood line on trollok's neck, when cut the arteria. Barked, he fall down... Suddenly, feeling the danger for my Lianir, I jump back, in jump choped the spear, flying to her. Turn from himself under the falling, I looking around, and fireball knock to face by trollok, stucked the axe under me. Thanks, Lianir!

Then the battle ends. We with Lianir standing at the middle of lawn, poured by moon shine and with several bodies of trolloks, lies around, but before us slowly retreated stay alive creatures. Thus. Seven. And fifth are killed. Well.
But suddenly behind the barked trolloks boil the darkness, and the ice breath of death reach us. On, no! From the dark shadows of trees appears Murddraal. And yet one! Two.

Taking as well the handle of my tachi, I make the step ahead, that time feeling, what Lianir embraced the saidar again. Throwing the fast look to her, I saw, as she smile to me. O, the moon shining in her eyes! Farewell, Lianir. That must be our last fight.

‡ Land-of-Immortals ::: epicus fantasy digital art project © 2001/2002 ‡
† created by Anton “Eriol” Sergeev © and counted by toplist, rambler †