Anarkyn watched the ground below fill with orcs. The rain had started again
and darkness was falling, yet still visible was a vast orc army. Anarkyn
balanced carefully on the top of the parapet watching the gathering. They
were all quiet. Too quiet. It was like the build up to a violent climax.
Suddenly with a deafening roar the force began to attack. Anarkyn had known fear in her life but never in a battle. Now she felt it seep over her. She was afraid.
The orcs were throwing ladders against the fortress wall, trying to gain the top. Anarkyn grabbed one and threw it back with her boot. She watched it crash back onto the creatures only to be hoisted up again. It didn't take long for orcs to actually be on the wall. While she still had the advantage of distance on them, Anarkyn used her bow, but the upper wall was more poorly defended and before long it was down to close range fighting.
It wasn't long before Anarkyn was covered in thick, black orc blood. As she pulled a knife out of another opponent, it sprayed up on her face again. The uproar was deafening and she had no idea where Legolas or Aragorn were. It was confusing. Orc death screams mingled with the human ones, the sound of metal on metal along with the hiss of arrows left barely enough room to think. The smell of blood nearly clogged Anarkyn's lungs.
With one quick motion she spun her blades around and plunged them into an orc behind her. She couldn't pull them out fast enough before the next one attacked and had to resort to letting go and using a knife. Kicking the legs out from under another screeching assailant, Anarkyn stabbed it while it was down.
Suddenly, Anarkyn lost her footing in the slick blood. As she went down she turned away from the wall, exposing her less protected back. An arrow slammed into her shoulder, through the chain mail, throwing her forward to the ground. She caught herself with her hands, sending a bolt of pain screaming up her arm. She struggled back up to see the orcs pulling back. Still disoriented, Anarkyn pulled herself up to the wall only to see a figure in white driving the orcs back.
"Gandalf," she breathed.
She struggled to stay balanced against the wall. The arrow had hit at an odd angle and every breath felt like it was ripping something inside her. Her vision blurred and she staggered momentarily.
I wonder if I'm dying, she thought calmly as held herself against the wall.
She looked up to see the stars look extraordinarily bright. That was the last thing she saw before she collapsed and was engulfed by blackness.
Suddenly with a deafening roar the force began to attack. Anarkyn had known fear in her life but never in a battle. Now she felt it seep over her. She was afraid.
The orcs were throwing ladders against the fortress wall, trying to gain the top. Anarkyn grabbed one and threw it back with her boot. She watched it crash back onto the creatures only to be hoisted up again. It didn't take long for orcs to actually be on the wall. While she still had the advantage of distance on them, Anarkyn used her bow, but the upper wall was more poorly defended and before long it was down to close range fighting.
It wasn't long before Anarkyn was covered in thick, black orc blood. As she pulled a knife out of another opponent, it sprayed up on her face again. The uproar was deafening and she had no idea where Legolas or Aragorn were. It was confusing. Orc death screams mingled with the human ones, the sound of metal on metal along with the hiss of arrows left barely enough room to think. The smell of blood nearly clogged Anarkyn's lungs.
With one quick motion she spun her blades around and plunged them into an orc behind her. She couldn't pull them out fast enough before the next one attacked and had to resort to letting go and using a knife. Kicking the legs out from under another screeching assailant, Anarkyn stabbed it while it was down.
Suddenly, Anarkyn lost her footing in the slick blood. As she went down she turned away from the wall, exposing her less protected back. An arrow slammed into her shoulder, through the chain mail, throwing her forward to the ground. She caught herself with her hands, sending a bolt of pain screaming up her arm. She struggled back up to see the orcs pulling back. Still disoriented, Anarkyn pulled herself up to the wall only to see a figure in white driving the orcs back.
"Gandalf," she breathed.
She struggled to stay balanced against the wall. The arrow had hit at an odd angle and every breath felt like it was ripping something inside her. Her vision blurred and she staggered momentarily.
I wonder if I'm dying, she thought calmly as held herself against the wall.
She looked up to see the stars look extraordinarily bright. That was the last thing she saw before she collapsed and was engulfed by blackness.