Combating Tales of the High Elves
The sun gleamed against their golden helms and spears. Hands stood ready on the wooden bows of the elves, on hand drawn back to give ready access to arrows. The golden hair of the elves reflected sunlight as they stood ready on the hillside. They were watching ready, for the orks to emerge from the forest, ready for them to reign down their arrows upon the enemy that had not planned their attack.
At the front of it all stood their captain, who carried the huge one handed spear and shield, as the others did. He was like the others, just he was given the rank of captain for their last captain was slain the battle before. An arrow through the chest armor, and struck down by an ork captain. Gravely they felt for him, he the great Halden, descendant to Haldir. The current captain had been given the name Haldon, for he was the next in lien after Halden.
Suddenly the orks came loose. The ruined creatures, tortures elves who were mutilated and for some reason they were reproduced. The elves rose their bows to aim and Haldon at the front of the row made the symbol. They was a clatter of shields, as they rose for protection.
'Fire!'
The was the twang of bow strings, as the elves fired their arrows. They whizzed forward, planting hits at the stomachs and necks of the orks. The remaining orks came forward, unknown to the strategy of the elves, as the elves raised their weapons. They was a slashing blow as the spears came down on the unguarded shoulders of the orks, killing them instantly. There was a rustle of armor, as the elves encircled the orks and slashed them to pieces.
It was over.
The sun gleamed against their golden helms and spears. Hands stood ready on the wooden bows of the elves, on hand drawn back to give ready access to arrows. The golden hair of the elves reflected sunlight as they stood ready on the hillside. They were watching ready, for the orks to emerge from the forest, ready for them to reign down their arrows upon the enemy that had not planned their attack.
At the front of it all stood their captain, who carried the huge one handed spear and shield, as the others did. He was like the others, just he was given the rank of captain for their last captain was slain the battle before. An arrow through the chest armor, and struck down by an ork captain. Gravely they felt for him, he the great Halden, descendant to Haldir. The current captain had been given the name Haldon, for he was the next in lien after Halden.
Suddenly the orks came loose. The ruined creatures, tortures elves who were mutilated and for some reason they were reproduced. The elves rose their bows to aim and Haldon at the front of the row made the symbol. They was a clatter of shields, as they rose for protection.
'Fire!'
The was the twang of bow strings, as the elves fired their arrows. They whizzed forward, planting hits at the stomachs and necks of the orks. The remaining orks came forward, unknown to the strategy of the elves, as the elves raised their weapons. They was a slashing blow as the spears came down on the unguarded shoulders of the orks, killing them instantly. There was a rustle of armor, as the elves encircled the orks and slashed them to pieces.
It was over.