It was but the early afternoon did the riders leave Cliving, the where-abouts of a Master of Tooth and Claw having been told to them. Orduin rode out, alongside Dytha, Gamforth, Wrecca, Rosehildda, Thorvall, and Alweard. His Grandfathers ornate spear once again held in his grasp, glad was he to make use of the family heirloom.
The rain that had rolled in earlier that day pitter pattered along Orduin's skin, and fell from his armor, they rode hard towards a home-stead lit ablaze, an Uruk mounted upon a black warg sat tall, with his war banner upon his make-shift saddle. It screamed in black-speech to the Riders, challenging them if they would dare.
Thorvall charged first, and then Orduin towards his party of wargs. Far too eager to bring justice to whomever the stead belonged to. Orduin chased after a brown warg, it had scars from battles long past, and a terrible mouth full of jagged teeth. He swung his spear at the beast, and clipped its right flank, blood seeped from its wound.
Yet the Beast gave chase as it was bred to, and quickly jumped up to Orduin. Gripping onto his right forearm, it's teeth pierced the only part of his arm not covered in plate or mail. Underneath, did it's teeth pierce his flesh. Blood seeping into his leather, and down his arm. Using his left hand, he swung his fist mercilessly into the beasts face until it let go.
Thorvall and the Company had been making work of their wargs, yet one flanked Rosehildda and had her thrown from her horse alongside Dytha. A woman mounted upon her own Stallion galloped towards them as the warg sunk its teeth into Rosehilddas leg. She beat at it with blade and shield, until it lay before the three a heap of nothing but fur and claw.
Orduin was enraged from his wound, and galloped furiously around the Warg before halting to a stop. He challenged the beast with a war-cry. It ran at him, with its snarling, drooling mouth. As did Orduin, and when they met did his spear cleave through its bloodied jaws. In half was its head, and no longer it lived.
Soon enough the Warg-Master retreated, having been wounded by Gamforth. He cursed and squabbled in black-speech. Orduin knew, that the party would have to hunt the creature down, so it did not do the same to them. Thorvall, Dytha and Alweard had rode off in pursuit of some stray Wargs. So Orduin and Gamforth led the remaining company to Cliving to lick their wounds.
Warg wounds.
