Neracelc dodged the rock barely and it scrathed is shouder, but didn`t stop him from kicking her in the ribs as she tried to get her sword. Neracelc quickly placed his boot on her stomach and placed his sword finally on that pretty throat of her`s.

"I could have done this earlier, but now you have really pissed me off..."

He prepared to slash her throat open slowly, but he had forgotten of the figure behind him in the shadows.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(OOC aww he thinks she is pretty. lol, couldn't resist. I must say, you play an amazing bad guy!)

She felt a rib crack, she cried out and coughed up some blood. She fell back to the ground, he put his heavy foot on her stomach, she winced in pain and struggled to breathe. She showed him no fear, she just closed her eyes. "Kill me and die, I will just get my revenge a different way. You are not bright to anger Manwe by killing his daughter. You will die a painful death" She said through ragged breaths.

Thinren had seen enough. He drew the bow back to its fullest and aimed the arrow head at the man's head.
"Let her go."
He walked out of the shadows pointing it at him.

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Adastrea looked over at Thinren and sighed in relief. That was a little to close, but Neracelc still had her in his power, he still had a way out. She tried to squirm away from him, but he kept her pinned down with his foot. She looked at his scimitar that was resting on her throat. She saw two things he could do, he could kill her right then and then die himself. Or he would take her and put her infront of him so he could get out. She glanced at hid boot, looking for any sign of the knife, but did not see it and knew feeling for it would just alert him to her. She stayed still awaiting to see what would happen.

(darn this bad guy! almost killing Deawen! oo he's in trouble)

the voice talked on Deawen felt very dazed it but it hurt to swallow her throat was bitter and earthy then it quickly changed to a firey taste "earth is your body air is your voice water are your tears fire is your soul! arise now daughter of Rohan arise!"the voice filled her body she felt a fire kindle inside her Deawen awoke she opened her eyes there was no one there no fire nothing but trees and dirt. the moon was sinking over the horizon "dawn!" she thought the pain was fearsom "i should be dead" she thought "well your not be thankful you are now a child of flame!' the voice said tartly "child of flame?" "yes runs in the family you know your ansestoress Deawen Elsent was the first she was very odd gifted really. she was a servant of Sauron..."the voice explained "and this has to do with me!?" "yes you can use you Medallion to heal your self" Deawen with great effort mover her hand to her chest there on a leather strap was the sun.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*All of a sudden, a black blade swept up under the scimitar, removing it from Adastrea's neck, and a boot was planted firmly into Neracelc's back, knocking him off Adastrea. Neracelc spun around to see who his assailant was. From the shaddows emerged a warrior, armored and cloaked in black; a black helm was on his head, and two black swords with rune writing that neither Neracelc nor Adastrea recognized. Yet he fought not for Mordor; that was clear.*
Your fight is with me now; and I do not plan on being defeated.
*Sen stepped over Adastrea, putting her behind him and out of Neracelc's reach.*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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Deawen sighed in pain she asked the voice how she could heal her self but he would not answer Deawen felt cold again her hands trembled as she tried to stay awake. Deawen flet something licking her hand Deawen opened her eyes to see the black dog "hello you" she croaked

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

I already posted! Sen i don't know what else to say except "She's gonna die!

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(OOC: Ah... Okay... Here it goes.)
*Sen all of a sudden looked off to his right. He could sense something wrong, sense someone's life ending. He turned back to his enemy. Flames started to gather about Sen, and all of a sudden, they were gone, and Sen smiled.*
There is one less that your blade will have claimed; Deawen will live.
*Far away, as Deawen's breath grew hoarser, unburning flames kindled out of nowhere, and a warm feeling began at her neck and spread to her toes. She felt strength going into her, and as she reached up to her neck, she felt a scar, still very warm, yet cooling. The ragged cut that should have ended her life was no more than a memory and a scar.*

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the pain left as well as the fear of Death Deawen smiled she sighed then got up she scrathed the dogs head "what was that hmm?"she asked "the fire is your soul?"she recited Deawen checked her belt her sword was in place and the fan and her mask "well i suppose we should get going but where i'm lost and you my Old friend will surely be a great help" the Dog yapped her expression, Deawen set out in a direction she didn't know which she didn't know that her path lead right back to the man! the dog rushed ahead yipping and whining "what?" Deawen asked the dog shot forward Deawen dashed after her "wait Arenel!" the dog stopped at a stream the rushed into the water sniffed the shore line "wait!"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Adatsrea nearly screamed when the new blade past above her. She held it back and watched as Neracelc was pushed off of her by another warrior. She thanked the Valar. Quickly she scooted away, forcing herself to stand, pushing past her weariness. The warrior gently, but quickly pushed her behind him to protect her. She looked over to the shadows at Thinren, she hesitated. She had failed at the fight, yet she still wanted to continue, but she knew that she could never win, she had vowed not to kill another and he would fight until the end. She was exhausted, her arm was bleeding badly and her rib was cracked. She put an arm over in, biting her lip and closing her eyes, trying to concentrate on ignoring the pain. She backed away from the two men, hating to let someone else risk their lives for her. Had this man heard who she really was? Her secret was going to be the death ofher, or the death of many others. She glanced at Thinren's sword and hesitated a moment and quickly grabbed it, much to the annoyance of the new man, she was sure. But she brought it to Thinren, "Thank you.." She said quietly.

*Sen replied without turning his head.*
You are welcome, my lady. Are you gravely injured? I might be able to aid you more than just protecting you. There is no time to heal you fully, I doubt our enemy would allow it. Yet I might be able to do a bit. And don't worry about the sword; this evil is mine to end.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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how noble...

Deawen stood at the bank of the stream then she rushed after the dog Deawen reached the other side she moved with great silent speed the dog kept going.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

She nodded slightly, "I am fine..." It was a slight understatment, but she survived through Mordor, this was nothing. She stayed by Thinren as she watched the two men. She leaned against the rocks, ready to bolt if something went wrong. She was not sure she wanted to watch, she had enough of death in Mordor. She had closed her eyes like a coward when Neracelc was about to kill her. She sighed, if he was killed Balor would just send another and another after her. They had loved each other at one time in their lives, she trusted him more than anyone. She had told him who she was and he desired power more than anything. He would never kill her, that she knew. He still had feelings for her, as twisted and distorted as they were. She sighed, she would never be free until death sought her out and one of these men finally succeeded. Neracelc would have killed her before he reached Balor anyways. He had hired an assassin this time, not a kidnapper. What a mistake on his part. Though Neracelc was a lot smarter and a better fighter than the others had been. He actually proveded a challenge and caused her to fear him.

Very well then, my lady. You have nothing to fear from this one any more; yet I sense that this is not the first, nor will it be the last who wants you dead or alive. He will cause the world no more grief, at least.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

ah my lord Sen if i might piont out don't get to full of your self this guy is very crafty so watch out so i don't have to save you! i'm sure you don't want that!

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home