<b>The ring of sword on sword filled the air as Allassiel tried to see what she could from her narrow vantage. She heard the orcs cheering as Rakothûrz faced off with his opponent, some siding with their leader, others siding with the challenger. An orc, eager to get closer to the action, tripped and stumbled over her. She wasn't sure what was worse – the pain from his boot or the stench coming from his body. Both made her want to gag. <br/>
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Trying to move was proving futile and her frustration mounted as she heard a large cheer from the orcs. She thought, for a moment, the fight was over, but the sounds of battle quickly resumed and the orcs cheers turned to snorts and hoots. Something had changed, but without being able to see she couldn't tell if she was safe – or soon to be supper.</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Pegawen kept pace with the others, the only thing on her mind was Allassiel's danger. Little else mattered to her as much. How had it happened? <br/>
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The group came to a stop at series of openings, Thorgan pointing upward. They'd continue from above, hoping to gain the element of surprise. But as they crawled along the edge of the ravine, she saw little sight of them, though there were clear marks of their passing. Each moment that went by felt like an eternity to her. <br/>
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Not knowing what they would face, she grabbed her rune and began chanting the armour spell. Every bit helped and she added an extra spell. They'd not really notice it until it was dark, but it would help them find their way. </b>