Forcing his way between the endless line of trees and brushes Kelathar soon found himself in a big clearing. Emerging from the leaves and branches the lad stopped dead at the scene which has opened to his sight. In the middle of the glade faded a gloom fire; just a few feet away from it Kel saw a great warrior with a mace. He was handling three orcs at once.
At his left Arnienne and - to the lad's greatest surprise- some drow female were battling another five orcs. Their movements were so harmonious and complimented each other so well that for mere seconds Kelathar thought that there was just one being with two pairs of legs and hands. Wielding a stuff, the dark-elf struck fast and precise making the enemy double in pain, then shifting her positions with Arnienne she gave the same treatment to the next unfortunate orc. Her companion endowed the creature with a swift thrust across its throat, or stuck one of her long daggers in any other important part of its body. Spinning thusly, they didn't allow the orcs to focus in one target, that way excluding the possibility of getting any serious harm. Although this strategy didn't allow the lasses finish their enemies either, at least when there were so many of them.
Fast in thinking, Kel strode to the fighting females, just in time to prevent a spear from cutting through the drow's leather pants. The orc first stopped for a second observing the new opponent, then he launched himself at the disturbing man. Another orc joined him. Kelathar rolled over a dead tree and rapidly got up prepared to attack. The orcs didn't spent time in thinking long: a spear cut the air just an inch from the lad's ear. In response he drew his dagger and stuck it in the creature's arm-pit, while his sword–wielding hand blocked the axe right above his head. Kel continued his crazy dance for another couple of minutes enjoying the sight of the life slowly running out of his enemies through the many cuts and wounds, when he saw, that he had a trio of mouth-opened spectators, than he decided that it was time to finish the battle. In two swift strides Kelathar was far from the league of one of the orcs; he skillfully drew away a heart-aimed spear and with two swift trusts he hit first his enemy's jaw then the throat. Stepping back the lad let the dead orc slip from his dagger and fall down; abruptly turning around himself he cut the orc's body in half before it hit the ground. Then he squatted stretching one leg aside. With another swift spin Kel threw the last orc to the grass, and never getting up from his knee the assassin's son lifted and pulled his sword down. The creature died silently.
Slowly getting up, Kel looked at himself an then with a sight he looked at the stunned Half-elf:
"You said there was a river nearby" He began, but the as if remembering something, he smiled an extended an opened palm: "but, before that, my dagger please."
The answering voice surprisingly didn't belong to Arnienne, but to the drow lass:
"Who is he?" She sharply asked her sister. "A river you say? Most likely an Abyss!"