The dark fur warg ran directly to the two archers, too close now for their bows to be of any use to them, fast enough for them not to properly arm themselves for melee combat. He knocked down one jumping on him and turned to finish the second one off before the first one would recover composure and regain his balance. Just then he saw the three shieldbearers running from behind the first three and cursed. This fight was already lost, and the young warg would better think before giving up her hide stupidly. He did get to bite well the right hand of the second archer, too close to afford to ignore, and immediately jumped back before the other would have time to get to hit back, and luckily just before a javelin hit the ground where he was a moment before. This was pure luck and he was in no mood to gamble for another missed hit of the elf who was already reaching for another javelin. He howled retreat and Luntshadun, to his surprise, really seemed to pay attention for she looked up from her own prey and evaluated the situation. From now she was on her own, they both needed to vanish from there fast, and with some luck the elves would be more concerned on the blood loss of their kindred than on following them. He feinted well enough to make the blonde elf throw bad again a javelin and sprung into the best bushes cover there was and then further, using trees and cliffs for cover.
The yellowish warg aimed to bite off the head of the fallen huntress that seemed to try to rise up, as if to make sure one of the elves was for sure out of the fight. She got to byte her but before she would finish the task she was strongly smashed from her side and she turned to byte in surprise and anger her attacker.Tyelpenasse was the closest to the fallen elf and he jumped on the warg at the very last moment, his armored forearm hitting the clenching jaws, breaking her balance and projecting the warg backwards. They fell on the ground next to one another and the warg turned to bite him almost instantly. He managed to push himself backwards but his legs were still within her reach so he yelled in pain when the jaws closed biting deep in his right thigh. He managed to pull his long dagger with his left hand and thrust towards the beast’s eye. He managed to hit, but only near to the intended target, giving her a good wound from the forehead down to almost the snout’s tip. She let go of his leg and roared, aiming to byte off his face, almost not carrying on his blade, when another howling seemed to change her mind. She looked up and then turned and started running towards the rare forest on the rocky slopes towards Dar Gazag.
The immediate danger was running away but they could not afford to pursue them, nor wait for them to bring reinforcements. They had three wounded, two of them in bad enough condition. Turuninde was already kneeling by her brother trying to stop the bleeding of the huge wound on his tight. It looked bad, he would bleed to death soon if they did not manage to stop it somehow before he would get upright, but she hoped tying it tight would at least slow it enough until he could be placed still somewhere. And there was no option not to move him. The elf who had his right hand bit into was already tying his hand tightly in a long scarf, clenched teeth but overall well enough, and the one who was merely thrown to the ground was already on his feet and ready. That made four of them were still able to fight and one was well enough to carry one wounded maybe, but the only option was to reach safety and help soon. They looked to one another and it was no need of words to know they were thinking the same option. Turuninde was almost ready to burst into tears knowing the risk they had to take and Tyelpenasse gathered his strength to squeeze her hand and to manage a reassuring small smile. The archers approached the siblings and the one that had his hand tied in a scarf broke the silence: “Ninde, Captain, we need to go.” They lifted Tyelpenasse in a sitting position, holding their hands. He was pale and became even more pale when they moved him. Truninde looked scared at the other elleth, whom she knew to be also an experienced healer. The other’s face reflected the same concern she felt and she answered the unspoken question: “We must take the chances.”
Turuviel was only half conscient when she felt herself lifted. She tried to open her eyes but she was seeing vague shapes through a deep red fog, and everything was pain. “Let’s go!”she heard him and she realized they will start to move, and she was already so dizzy. She tried to hold on something when the one carrying her began to move and she found the rounded edge of a steel breastplate. She felt as dizzy as she feared once everything seemed to have started moving around her. She tried to rest her head in a more stable position but the movement of her face, covered by blood soaked hair until the, against the steel surface caused her such pain that she cried and fainted again. She did not see the other’s look when he noticed, just now, her mutilated face, nor hear him mutter in low voice something lost to them all.
