by Shadowfax » January 16th, 2014, 6:32 pm
Aela winced as Rahks pulled her up. She smiled at him thankfully before he ran off and joined the battle once more. With her shoulder like it was, Aela stayed on the outskirts of the field, putting her best skill to use. Archery.
Silver turned her head to see more arrows raining down on them. In a split second her world began to crumble as Vilkas got hit by an arrow. Forgetting their spat, she ran towards the fallen Nord, only to freeze when she saw an arrow aiming at herself. Then someone pushed her full in the chest and Silver felt herself stumbling backwards. When she looked up, her heart sank as she saw the person who had pushed her out the way and taken the arrow was Rahks.
"NOOOOOOO! YOU SON OF A!" Silver yelled, but a searing pain silenced her as an arrow embedded itself in her own shoulder.
She fell back into the mud and let the mans words go right through her. Was it over? Had they failed? Were they both going to die here at his mercy. Silver looked over at Rahks, tears starting to form in her eyes. The man started to walk forward now, but then something embedded itself in his own shoulder. An orcish dagger.
"Not if you perish first!" Farkus yelled, drawing his sword ready for a fight.