Kalwyn awoke, her bedsheets tumbling from her stark body, she had heard something, but what, she racked her brains trying to think before it sounded again, sharp, penetrating through the night to the sounds of shouting, the rustling of harness' and sadles, she knew what that sound meant, Attack.

She stood up quickly, her body was a pale colour, her eyes a bright blue as her black hair fell past her bare shoulders, the muscles of her arms ever so slightly noticeable. Heading across her room she grabbed her battle uniform, sliding the cloth shirt and pants on before swiftly, as if practiced many a time, sliding her leather clothing over it, it provided enough protection, she hoped, Kalwyn had been in many battles, but already her heart was racing. Turning to the door she grabbed her bow and arrow-filled quiver from beside it, placing the quiver upon her back, then, she opened the door, quickly sprinting outside.

The village was a mess, children and all those that couldn't fight were moving as fast as they could to the Town Hall, the doors wide open for the incoming masses, Kalwyn turned, looking to where the horn had sounded, from the West, this could only mean one thing, The Wild Men Of Dunland, they had been attacking non-stop, week after week, everyone was tired, exhausted, they could not do this much longer, they needed aid.

The Wildmen came in force, hundreds, too many, Kalwyn quickly positioned herself uptop the wooden battlements with the other archers, her voice cut the air as the barbarians came crashing towards the wooden defenses. "Archers, Ready! Take aim! FIRE!" The men had been well trained and their arrows left the quivering string as soon as the command was roared, the rain of arrows flew high before descending on the incoming prey, screams filled the air as arrows pierced flesh, deep into their targets. Kalwyn grinned maliciously, a expression not many saw. She quickly slotted another arrow against her bow, but stopped as she heard a roar, the lead wildman, having survived the rain of arrows, hurled something long at the barricades, it hit the wood and fell to the floor hissing, Kalwyn leaned over the edge, her brain already putting two and two together "EXPLOSIVES!" She roared, sprinting and leaping off the battlements, a few of the smarter archers followed suit, leaping off the wood and landing with a roll, the not so clever ones tried to get down the stairs.
There was a deafening BOOM and the wall exploded into a shower of splinters, slicing and killing many of the unsuspecting defenders, Kalwyn had the sense to hide behind a stack of barrels and remained mercifully unharmed. Looking around at her fallen comrades she heard the maddened screams of the approaching Wildmen, throwing her bow to the ground she picked up one of her, now deceased, friends axe and shield, bashing it menacingly as the other defenders fell in beside her, screaming war chants and bashing their shields, showing the defiance of the men of Rohan.

As the battle raged Kalwyn fought, she and the rest of the defense fought as well as they could, but they were merely outnumbered, for every Wildman slain, three mroe took its place, they had slowly been pushed to the back of the village, the Town hall.

Kalwyn drove her nearly blunted axe into the skull of the man, he slumped and she swung around wildely, hearing the scream of another fallen enemy, the last dozen Free men fought with a vengeance, they knew they had lost, but they still tried, killing one after the other, even so, every ten Wildmen slaughtered a defender dropped.
Kalwyn took a breath, she had a moments rest, the Captain of the guard grabbed he, she let out a small scream of surprise, looking into the wild eyes of the Captain "S-sir?" She said before he began whispering "Kalwyn, go to Lorien.. Call for aid or the whole of Rohan will fall, they will send you up to the north, you must warn the rest of the Free People.. here, takes this." The captain unhooked his cloak and handed it to her. "The Lords of Lorien will know what this means, now go!" The captain returned to his men, and to his death, Kalwyn, merely nodding as she turn and ran, heading nothrwards, and to aid...