<strong>Eluv'yan Federan<br/>Woodland Clearing<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>Eluv'yan struggled to stay on the back of the Hurlock. It felt, to her fragile body, that she was on top of a Bronto, the beasts you only saw below and around Dwarves. It was rough for her aching body, and several times she almost fell off. If it hadn't been for the dagger embedded in the monster's chest, she surely would have lost her grip on the beast. Every now and again her feet would slide down the Hurlock's body as it struggled, and it began to take more and more energy to lift them back up around its waist. As the Hurlock wrestled to get her off, she had to use the last of her strength in her arms, to hold on tightly.<br/><br/>When the creature finally raised its arms to perhaps throw her off, she utilized the moment to replace her dagger into a different part of the Hurlock's body. Eluv'yan grunted, wincing at the howl of pain of the monster as she attempted to dig in the dagger as far as possible. The darkspawn howled and reached for the dagger. Swiftly, Eluv'yan retrieved it from its chest and took the opening in its defense to lodge it in a small opening at the back of its neck as it bent over. With the last bit of strength in her tired body, she slammed the dagger into the darkspawn's spine, grunting loudly as she did. It was tough, tougher than the neck of a normal person. She had pushed blades into the spine of many people before hand, but she had never met this much resistance.<br/><br/>The Hurlock wailed and thrashed, until Eluv'yan made a swift kick to its back and knocked it on its knees. She sighed heavily, her arms and legs ached. She slowly descended on the back of the darkspawn and used gravity to help shove the dagger further in. When it finally found a sweet spot between two vertebrae, it slipped in like the Hurlock suddenly made of butter. Its screech quickly faded as it's body went limp and fell off of her blade. It was then, with the limpness of her victim, that Eluv'yan fell to the ground and attempted to curl into a ball. Everything ached, and she was sure she most likely reopened the wound in her side. She could feel the wetness of her own blood, the tingling of it bleeding. She sighed again, and stretched out onto the ground, on her back. Clutching her side she spoke softly.<br/><strong><br/>"I suppose it's too much to ask if any of those boys have something edible on them?"</strong>The nights air was seemingly colder to her now as her body cooled off. Her other free hand searched her pockets on her belt. It took a moment for her to realize that she normally didn't carry any bandaging with her. It wasn't a custom for her to get so close to a weapon in battle. This was also a time, where she had wished she knew the healing arts, but her magic only carried her so far in the field. She hesitated from moving from the earth, a day without proper sleep and proper nutrition ran her ragged. The use of her powers made it even tougher on her. Lack of restorative potions were always abound around her. Either for the reason that she did not want to use her own powers or because they simply weren't available at the time.<br/><br/><strong>"Did either of you sleep?</strong>" she asked a bit, concerned. The night held many dangers, and it was likely that all three of them were running on empty.