<b>Pegawen wasn't prepared for the chaos that had erupted. As the orcs came rushing out of the trees, she jumped up, the bowl that'd been resting in her lap landing at her feet. Reaching for the rune-stone hanging around her neck, she muttered a few words. The spell was a simple one to reinforce armour, but effective. <br/>
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As the orcs' numbers increased, it was all she could do to keep track of everyone. It was her duty, as healer, to make sure no one was injured and one she took seriously. The hobbits were holding their own against the two orcs that attacked them, something that surprised her for she knew they didn't have any training. The blades in their hands must be powerful indeed, she thought, switching her attention to Lotharn, who'd just taken down two more with his bow. <br/>
</b><br/><i><b>Four … five … seven … </b></i><b>She counted them off in her head, looking around to make sure everyone was alright. <i>Eight </i>she added as Lotharn shot the orc escaping on warg back. She turned her attentions back to the group. “Thorgan hasn't returned,” she noted. “And where's Allassiel?”</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Allassiel could hear the sounds of battle nearby, sword against weapon rang out in the night air. Circling around, she headed towards the noise. She could see Thorgan, naked, fighting against several orcs. Again, none of them was Rakothûrz. Her sword readied, she started towards them when a loud crack from behind had her spinning around, just in time to see the large pile of muscle bearing down on her, spiked club held high above its head. <br/>
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Troll. <br/>
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She ducked as the creature swung, diving just out of reach as she jumped back to her feet. It wasn't the biggest of them, for certain – not more than a pair of heads taller than her. But a troll was still a troll, and they knew only one thing – destroy. As it came charging at her again, she sidestepped and swung, slicing along its stomach. The cut managed only to enrage the creature further. <br/>
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Using the trees as cover, she ducked behind one only to hear the crash of wood on wood and feel the trunk vibrate with the collision. The legs. She had to go for the legs. If she could encumber its movement, she could take it down. <br/>
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In the meantime, the commotion had attracted the attention of the orcs attacking Thorgan and one of them broke away to investigate. </b>