The Hundred Year War

Hadiir could hear muffled voices beyond the trapdoor, and though he couldn't make it out, he figured it for one of the Orcs, or their allies. Lying against the short wall of the tower, he watched it bend against the forces pushing against it.

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Erethor ignored the Goblins' harassments, instead focusing on the fight. With the Orc commander added, it was looking less and less like they would win, especially if Shadowsigh really was dead. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tried to block out the sounds of the battle and lose himself in memories of a better time.

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Shadowsigh remained still even as a deafening cry rang out, and the sounds of battle increased. Someone tripped over the Orc on top of him, knocking the body off slightly. His view now unobstructed by green skin, he was able to see who it was. "Hey, Fairwit," he said, barely loud enough to be heard over the fighting. The Elf looked around, moving quickly so as to be able to protect himself if needed, before locking eyes with the tribeleader. "Get me out of here," said he, and his fighter did, pushing the body off of Shadowsigh with great difficulty.

"Thanks," was all he was able to say before taking his weapon and dashing off into battle, trying to find the Orc that had shouted earlier.
 
Rogdush cut through the Elves, swinging his sword with rage. The length of his blade negated most of his loss of vision. Some of his enemies managed to get a few cuts on him, yet most just hit his armor. The ones that didn't however, barely cut deep enough to draw blood. And for every few Elves he killed, he let out another roar, encouraging his own, and discouraging his enemies.
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With a final push, the goblins got the hatch to the tower up, and they started climbing out onto the top, looking for whoever had smacked the hatch on their own. To the relief of the first of the Goblins, there was a Elf up there. The Goblins drew their daggers and spears, pointing them at the tall figure. "Oy! Surrenda now an we won't have ta hurt ya!" One of them shouted at him, as the group advanced on the Elf.
 
"I surrender," Hadiir said, emotionless, as he raised his hands, the extent of his surrender apparent in his eyes. "I haven't any weapons," he said with a sigh, "so there isn't any reason to search me." Hadiir sighed, glancing longingly over the wall of the tower, seeing the blood that now covered the field just outside the front gates of the city, and quickly spreading into the city.

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Shadowsigh had no trouble in locating the Orc that was quickly turning the tide of the battle, and wasted no time in rushing at him from his blind side. Rolling forward to dodge a swing not meant for him, he was within cutting distance and was able to slash at the Orc's ankles, aiming to put him on the ground. If he could get at the spot right behind the ankle, he wouldn't be able to walk for days.
 
The goblins did not hesitate for a moment, tying up the elf's hands behind his back with a rope, and started escorting him towards the cage where the other prisoners were. They all made sure to hold their weapons towards him, caring little about his lack of arms. They were still afraid he'd try something.
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As Rogdush was recovering from a swing, he felt something hitting his ankle. He fell forward onto his knee, more from surprise than pain, as most of the cut was absorbed by his greaves. He turned his head, seeing the marked leader of the Elves. "Oh, you've done it now, shorty!" He roared, as he swung his left arm back, towards the Elf, while with his right arm, he pulled his sword into a wild swing at neck height, also towards the elf.
 
"Ah, so you do remember me. I would have thought, what with the eye, that you wouldn't be able to recognize me. However, I am quite tall for the El'set, and take some offense from your words," Shadowsigh said in response to the Orc, his voice lilting in that way that his tribesmen knew as to indicate that he was mocking you, dancing back to avoid the arm. However, he wasn't fast enough to dodge the sword, but was instead able to bring up his own sword and deflect the blow slightly, so that it wasn't the killing blow it should have been, but instead a cut across his left arm.

Attempting to throw the Orc with his nonchalance, Shadowsigh continued, "I'd thank your armorer. Whoever he was probably saved your life."

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Hadiir walked down the stairs, seeing the hand prints in blood-red paint that dotted the walls as he was escorted down. It took him a second to realize that it wasn't paint, but blood, and he would have thrown up in normal circumstances, but he had seen worse in just the past hour.
 
Rogdush roared once more, swinging his mighty sword at the elf once more. "I wouldn't care if you were twice the height of your kind! To me, you are nothing but another bug to stomp on!" He yelled back at the elf, finding his calmness annoying. Yet his anger did nothing but fuel his strength. He pulled his sword behind him for another swing, while he yelled "And no matter how armored or tattooed you are, I'll end you!" Rather than swinging at the elf, he flung his head forwards, attempting to catch the elf by way of a surprise headbutt.
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"Lookit da mess yer friend made 'ere! Killin a buncha orra gobbins!" The one of the goblins barked at their prisoner. "She didn last long against da Orc though!" The whole bunch of them started laughing for a bit.
 
Shadowsigh didn't let the Orc's words faze him, instead focusing on his movements so that he would be prepared for when the next attack came. The El'set leader's amber eyes watched the Orc, his words about armor and tattoos getting to him. "They're not tattoos. It's paint. I would never do something so permanent to my body." Tightening his grip on the sword, he temporarily lost his focus on the Orc, and was unprepared for his next attack. Stumbling away a few steps, he breathed through his teeth, white stars appearing behind his eyelids for a second.

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Hadiir's heart nearly stopped as the Goblins mentioned Daerela. The way they had worded it made it sound like she had been killed, and he stopped in his tracks, forgetting about what was happening around him.
 
"Oh, not wanting to do anything permanent to your bodies? BUT YOU CAN DO WHATEVER TO MINE?!" Rogdush yelled in anger, before sending his fist towards the elf. He knew hitting the elf with his sword would be hard, unless he had him pinned to the ground or something. "You and your little friends come here, thinking you can simply take back the castle I just conquered, and you think that you can vandalize my body like this! I won't accept that!" Rogdush roared, as he sent his knee towards his enemy's gut.
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"Oy! Keep movin!" One of the goblins said, prodding Hadiir in the back. "Or maybe some o' yer blood help decorate 'ere as well!" He threatened. As usual with them, it wasn't exactly in a voice that would scare anyone that was slightly brave, yet under the circumstances, he felt confident.
 
Through the haze of confusion, Shadowsigh couldn't help but smirk as the Orc spoke. Hypocrisy had always been a characteristic of elves in general, but it was even more prevalent in the El'set. However, he was able to bring up his arms up to mostly block the thrown punch, but he was unprepared for the Orc's knee. Gritting his teeth and trying not to bend over, the Elf knew he would have to break through the pain within the next second or so, else he would be on the ground, dying probably. Quickly taking in a deep breath, then another, he forced his body to straighten, for his sword arm to return to its readied position, and for his determination and willpower return to him.

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Hadiir was broken of the spell when he was poked in the back, coming back to now. Coming from the Goblin, his threat sounded empty, but the Elf knew that Orcs wouldn't stand for disobedient prisoners and that he would probably get killed if he tried anything.
 
As the elf stood back, Rogdush was almost a bit impressed at his endurance. Yet almost impressed wasn't going to stop him. It only made Rogdush want the elf to die by his hands more, and he could feel the adrenalin pumping more, as if his body wanted it as much as him. "Your skull will make a nice decoration at the feast after the battle!" Rogdush roared with a slight grin. Not waiting for an answer, but rather to make sure one didn't come, he swung his sword at the elf again, trying to hit his, much smaller, blade in an attempt to disarm him.
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The goblins brought Hadiir to the elf-pen as Daerla got her collar attached. As she had killed some goblins, they chained her up, if only to calm the other goblins a bit. They shoved Hadiir in, almost sending him right into Daerla, before closing the makeshift gate behind him. The pen wasn't the strongest, yet they thought it would be enough for the wimpy elves, especially with both Orcs and goblins patrolling around it.
 
Hadiir was almost in tears as he saw Daerela. He would have fallen on her had he not caught himself on an abandoned merchant's stall. Sitting down next to her, he said, "I...I'm sorry. It's just...watching Seregor die like that..." he shook his head, not looking her in the eyes. He looked across the square, watching a crying child cling to her mother repeatedly asking where her father was.

After a moment of deep thought, he wondered aloud, "Is Erethor really fit to be Lord of the city? I mean, if the Orcs were able to take it so easily, doesn't that mean something?" Daerela had no answer.

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Seeing the Orc make a move with his sword, Shadowsigh brought his own up, thrusting it forwards so it was almost parallel with the Orc's. In the fraction of a second he had before either his enemy's sword would pierce his skin or force his weapon out of his hand, he angled it, so that not only the metal would reflect the sun's light into the Orc's eyes, it would, if performed correctly, knock the blade out of his direction.
 
Rogdush grinned as his sword was about to hit his enemy. Then, suddenly, he was blinded. He felt his sword hitting something, but it was definitely not flesh. He instinctively moved his one hand to cover his eyes, and his blade completed the swing, lodging itself in the ground. It took Rogdush a moment to start seeing again, and he knew that it was moments like this that could end one's life. Quickly giving the blade a pull, he felt that it wouldn't come up easily, so he almost threw himself backwards to avoid the elf for a moment. He turned his vision downwards a moment, spotting a sword that he quickly grabbed. It was elven, and the hilt was almost too small for his hand, yet it was the best he could do at the moment. He prepared himself for the elf's attack, hoping the little blade would be enough.
 
Shadowsigh smirked as he saw that his trick worked. It was slightly dishonorable, and something he had almost always told the warriors of his tribe not to do, but the situation had called for it. While the Orc was distracted momentarily, the Elf disappeared into the crowd, ducking beneath swords and spears to get to where many of his warriors seemed to be. Shouting a complicated mix of noises into the air, he went to the next congregation, giving them the same signal. He continued this until he was certain that everyone had heard. Combined with the other whoops of his warriors as they fought, it would take a well-trained ear to pick out that particular string of sounds among the others. In mere minutes, the El'set would push the battle into a deadly endgame.
 
Rogdush was confused for a moment, as his enemy had disappeared. He looked around for a moment, before throwing the tiny sword in his hand in the direction of the nearest enemy, before running up to his own and putting both hands on its hilt. With one strong pull and a roar of effort, he got it out. Lifting it and holding it ready, he looked around for the elf again, yet he simply couldn't see him. He let out a shout of anger, before charging at other elves, cutting the first of them down with little effort, as he came from behind them. The other Orcs, no longer seeing their leader in battle with the enemy leader assumed Rogdush had won, and started attacking their enemies with renewed vigor.
 
Skirting his way to the edges of the battle, making quick work of any Orcs who attacked him, until he was in a good spot to start. All around him, his warriors were falling, seemingly at a heightened rate than previously. Getting pulled into a fight with another Orc, he held his own for half a minute before letting an easily-dodgeable attack hit him, a shallow cut to his chest, almost from his right shoulder to his left hip. Letting himself fall back, a disbelieving expression upon his face, he landed on the ground with a thud, letting his eyes fall shut. Within the next few minutes, everyone else of his tribe had fallen, some of them seemingly-coordinated. Shadowsigh's master strategy had started.
 
As the last of their enemies fell, a victorious roar could be heard all across the city. The Orcs had won! They had killed their enemies once more! "You did well today boys!" Rogdush shouted. "Now get the wounded inside, and take your trophies! But their leader's head is mine!" With that, some of the Orcs headed back towards town, some with more help than others, while a great amount of them stayed among the dead. As Rogdush was the highest ranked, he got the first pick. He lifted one of the bodies by it's head, and with one swing of his sword, the body fell to the ground, with the head still in his hand. The head almost seemed a bit twitchy for a dead elf, but he didn't care. He attached the head to his belt, before starting to look for the body of their leader, as his men also started taking skulls and whatever else they wanted from the dead.
 
Cracking his eye a little, Shadowsigh looked around at the aftermath of the strategy. It wasn't perfect, not by a long shot, as it was more tailored to fighting other Elven tribes, but for the most part it appeared to be working. Over the sound of the other Orcs, he could distinctly make out their leader's voice, and he had to resist the urge to jump up right there and attack him, but he remained down, knowing that the strategy could only work as long as they stayed down for as long as possible. Holding his breath, Shadowsigh only let himself take little inhalations of air, and even then, only when he was sure no one was looking directly at him. He could only hope that he would be able to go home to his Greenpath after everything was said and done.
 
Rogdush walked among the dead, looking for the elven leader. He wanted the bastard's skull, and he was damn well not going to stop until he held it in his hands. As he walked, he kicked some of the bodies over onto their backs, hoping to see the familiar face. And with each one that wast him, he became angrier. As he walked he started kicking them more from anger than to turn them. Then one of the one's he kicked groaned as he got a kick to the gut. Rogdush was surprised for a moment, before he figured he wasn't dead, just wounded. He lifted his sword and thrust it into the elf's chest, killing him. As he pulled his sword out again, he noticed something odd. Other than the wound in his chest, he seemed mostly unharmed. Before he could think much more, another elf screamed in pain, as one of the other Orcs had cut of a particularly well painted arm. Rogdush stood there for a moment, wondering how many other wounded there was that pretended to be dead.
 
Shadowsigh's heart pounded in his chest, and he was certain that every Orc around could hear it, but when none of their footsteps came nearer, he figured it wasn't true. Worry coursed through him as he heard one of them groan, only to have it be cut off halfway. Then the scream rang out. The Orcs would be getting suspicious by now, he'd have to get their leader near enough to him, and quick. Centimeter by centimeter, he moved his hand so that he could pick up a rock on the ground, and gently tossed it, making a soft noise. He hoped that it was loud enough so that the Orc he wanted would hear it.
 
Rogdush had started walking around among the dead, and apparently some who weren't. He kicked quite a few of "bodies" hard, to check if they were alive or not. Yet before he could find any more living ones, he heard something behind him. There weren't anyone there, yet he was sure he had heard something. "Someone is still alive over there..." He thought. He started walking towards where the sound had come from, holding his sword ready. As he stepped in a puddle of blood, he saw someone that almost seemed familiar... It looked like the elven leader! He took a few more careful steps towards the body, rising his blade to strike.
 
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