The snow crunched softly under foot as the gray haired warrior continued to make his way down the snow hill. His feet slid out from under him, sending him sliding down the hill slowly before making his way back to his feet. A loud clack stopped him in his tracks, in was unmistakable, the sound of the release coming off the bolt of a crossbow, the limbs snapping back in place as the tightly hung strings propelled the small projectile past Urses' right ear.
"Easy, no need in anyone getting hurt eh?" The man called out from the hill, two more coming out from their hiding places behind a large stone. One had a particularly gnarled grin upon his lips, revealing the remains of his teeth. "Yer a right foul bastard to catch, ya know that? Spended how many days trackin ya across these forsaken wastes! Tha' Boss said we'd be gettin a pretty coin for ya, I 'spect even more so now that he's done gone!" Urses lowered his head and sighed, they had positioned themselves up wind, and they had brought friends with them. He let loose a gentle smile and raised his hands. "Easy, I know your ignorant Bree-lander arse don't see too many people with a full set of teeth, but lets not get to hasty shall we?" Urses' smile grew wider as he watched the man to his left grow infuriated. That's right, a little closer... The man turned to the other bounty hunter and began to yell. "Did yeh 'ear tha? Look at th'prick! Ain't got nuthin' but fers and skins! Ah say we could rough'em up a bit." The gray haired warrior relaxed himself, listening to the man upon the hill reload the crossbow as the other to chattered, the Bree-lander approaching with a confident stride. Yes, the first one to fall...
The Bree-lander reared back and threw a punch, nearly staggering himself forward right into Urses' elbow. Urses smiled as he heard the clack, then a gut wrenching scream as the bolt made contact with the Bree-landers chest. He turned, tossing the man on the floor as he sprinted up the hill, towards his next opponent who cried out. "Bloody hell! Take the bastard down, now!" the marksman yelled as he hurled the crossbow at the charging man but finding it of no use as he tackled him to the ground and wrestled for his blade. The two wrestled for a moment before Urses pried the blade from his hand, pressing his head to the ground forcefully as stabbed through his worn leather armor. Shouts and barks echoed from behind Urses', who flung himself off the corpse of the marksman and began to sprint away from the fray.
His lungs burned as he gasped for air, men and dog not far behind. He swore under his breath as a bolt narrowly missed his leg, pushing himself even harder. The village isn't far, I can make it... Just a little farther... He tried to hurl himself behind a rock, just as another loud clack echoed into the plains followed by a howl of pain. The bolt had found its way between Urses' shoulder blade, piercing only half way, lodging itself in the bone. Get up... Get up Urses... GET. UP. The gray haired warrior turned as he tried to stand, but instead found the boot of an Angmarim solider.
The group gathered around their prize, prodding him to make sure he was still out cold. "Get him secured and bound. Yilgtig and Donagh have plans for him, and make it quick." The leader snapped as he turned away.
