<b>Allassiel stepped through the gate with Thorgan, the heavy dwaven axe slung over her shoulder as she stared out at the forces before them. They were indeed a confident lot, these vile creatures. Her lip turned up in a sneer as she watched them. “Go,” she stated, “And if any of the others try anything ...” <br/>
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She watched the crowds part once more as Rakothûrz strode out from the masses, a vicious blade held in one hand, a simple thin dagger in the other. The blade she recognized, it was the very one he'd used when she'd fought him so long ago. But the dagger in his metal claw was both new and yet unsettlingly familiar to her. She frowned, focused on it. <br/>
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Over the noise of the orcs, she heard Rakothûrz speak, the human language sliding more easily from his tongue than it ever had hers. “Did you think I would back away from your challenge, human? I am here. Come with your challenge.” He thumped his chest with bladed fist and strode towards the middle of the expanse between them. <br/>
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The closer he drew, the more unsettled Allassiel became as the dagger came into full view. The iron blade, the hilt shaped like a crown. An iron crown. “No,” she whispered, finally recognizing it. “Thorgan! It's a trap! Don't let him get near you with that dagger!” <br/>
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Her shout caused Rakothûrz to growl, turning his attentions to her. He barked a command, and the orcs charged across the field. Behind her, she could hear the twang of bows, arrows singing over her head as they sought and found their targets. Still the orc army advanced and she raised the axe, hearing the sounds of the fortress' horn call out as men and dwarf alike took to the field. <br/>
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Swinging the axe, she cleanly severed the head of the nearest orc as she sought out Thorgan in the chaos. “Where is he … THORGAN!” she screamed out, hitting another orc in the chest with the butt end of the axe before an arrow sprouted from his neck, dropping him to the ground. Pushing her way through, the masses, she frantically searched for him. A shout from the wall caused her to pause, staring into the distance at an approaching cloud of dust. Friend? Foe? She hoped for the first, but fearing the worst, she fought harder to get to Thorgan before Rakothûrz could use the morgul blade on him.</b><br/><br/><b>She missed the small pinch as she raised her axe against another orc, until she felt a sudden weakening of her body. Dropping the weapon, she still managed to slice at the orc who'd not be fast enough to back away from her charge, before reaching back for the dart sticking in the back of her neck. Yanking it out, she brought it to her face and stared at it before collapsing. </b>