(A/N- Chappie #2!  Chappie title means Have at thee, translated directly.  That's it!

~Lady Arabella Sedai)

Chapter 18- Caela ie'lle

I loosed, taking an orc square in the chest.  Reloading, I shot again.  And again.  And again.  And again until I ran out of arrows.  "Sh*t!" I cursed, dumping my bow in my quiver.  Grabbing my sword, I turned to counter a jab.

"Sere!  You damn elf! Use your spells!" shouted Arwen.

"Oops.  I forgot.  Er…" I replied.  "What should I use?"

"Anything!  Magic Arrow, Fireball, Lightning, Blade Spirits, anything!" she screamed back.

"Fine then, be that way," I muttered.  "Koron er' naur (Spell- Fireball)."

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That was extremely short.  I'll try to write another one…

~Lady Arabella Sedai