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I was Nymphadora Tonks

"Fun.." Amaran muttered remotely, his head still burried in his hands. Suddenly he was violently pulled to his feet by an orc. He stumbled and fell, unsteady not only with the drug, but the ties that bound his ankles. Again he was hoisted off the ground, but this time managed to keep his footing. "What?" He groaned, trying to tear away from the captors.

"We're leaving" the orc growled. Amaran looked around. A couple of orcs had been sent to get the other captives moving as well. "You'll follow or you'll die" The orc threatened. "Alright." Amaran said unsteadily. "Where we going?" The orc just grinned and shoved him forward.

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Rowen Thorim growled with rage as the orc stabbed the elf maid. Though he was a dwarf, he hated seeing any good creature treated like that. Working his bonds furiously against his hidden battleaxe, he cut them loose and pulled off his gag. Swinging his axe around his head, he charged the offending orc. He sucsessfully beheaded it, and had bent down to untie the elf, when he heard a noise behind him.

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The Seemingly Nice But Actually Really Nasty Nazgul
School ate my life. *sigh*

(Could i join?)

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Me, Eruraina, and Tonks:FF VII triplets

*brings in the defibrulator*
*resurrects* (hopefully)

Amaran watched in horror as the woman in front of him was stabbed. His anger stabbed through the cloud of his drugged mind, allowing him to think clear enough to throw his entire weight against the orc that held him, sending the armor laden creature tumbling to the ground.

"Untie me! Untie me!" He cried, trying to reach the dwarf with the sharp axe. He knew he musk look odd, half running and half running because of the rope that bound his ankles, while his hands remained tightly tied behind his back. Sending a silent prayer to the nearest god, asking that he wouldn't stumble and land flat on his face, Amaran gave one last running leap and landed next to the dwarf. He spun, proffering his wrists. "Get these off, quick!" The orcs were racing towards them.

Anira could feel the ropes begin to loosen as she continued to work her bonds against the sharp corner of a rock. I just need a little more time, she thought desperately.

An orc leaned over her, bearing its vile teeth. "I'm going to enjoy killing you." he uttered.

"Just try it, you spineless worm!" she shouted.

With a howl, the orc drew his sword and his blade descended upon her. Rolling out of the way, she desperately pulled the ropes, feeling them starting to give way. Getting to her feet as fast as she could, she began to back away as she continued to pull at her ropes.

"Come here, scum!" he shouted and quickly leapt after her. Finally freeing herself from her bonds, she barely dodged his attack. As his second stroke fell, she grabbed hold of his hands and pushed back against the creature with all her might, keeping the steel away from her throat.

"Die." he uttered.

"You first." Anira growled as she kicked the creature in the stomach. As the blade flew from his hands, she dove for it and grabbed the hilt just as the orc regained his balance and grabbed her hair, jerking her head back. Grimacing in pain, she buried the blade within the creature's vile flesh as he drew within range. The creature gasped in pain before crumpling to the ground beside her. Slowly rising to her feet, she winced as fresh blood flowed once more from her already injured arm and her bruised body screamed out in pain. Nevertheless, she moved in the direction where the dwarf attended to the wounded elf maiden and a man called to the same dwarf to untie him when other orcs barred her path.

“Stand aside,” she uttered dangerously as she raised the “borrowed” blade, trying her best to keep her voice steady. “For I am in no mood for games.”

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Arey final got her bonds free on a sharp rock and join the fight just as Turwaithiel was stabbed. She stood up, wobbling a bit due to the whatever drug they had given her. A orc rushed at her, swinging his blade, and she dodged him quickly, but the blade cut her upper arm. She grimantsed and swore, pain running to her up her pale shoulder. It maybe was enough for needing some stitches, but not bad enough to render her arm useless.

"Come here, Red-eyed," jeered the orc.

She growled incoherently and jumped on to the back of the orc, wrapped her arms around his neck and choked him until dropped to the ground. She took the blade from his hand and ran it through him, knowing he wasn't dead just yet.

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[[Anyone feel like continuing this? ]]

Aramel, still bound, wriggled her way over to where Turwaithiel was laying in a puddle of blood and tried to speak soothing words. She managed to free her hands on one of the blades that had been dropped and did her best to protect Turwathiel from the other Orcs that were attacking.

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Amaran growled. The drwaf wasn't answering. Stumbling to his left he saw that the stabbed elf was being watched over. Not only that, but she held a blade. As quickly as he could manage with his ankles bound, he hop-ran to the two elves in hope he could get his bonds cut. He was to exuberant, however, and a step that would have exceeded the length of the rope binding his ankles brought him tumbling to the ground. He looked into the eyes of both of the elves. "Hello." He grinned. Why was he grinning? Oi, dratted drugs. That didn't seem to matter too much at the moment, but he did really want his bindings cut. To the one with the knife he asked. "Think you could do away with these ropes?"

Anira glared murderously at the two orcs that blocked her way. Raising the sword she had found as one orc charged at her, she deftly parried his stroke and slit his throat despite the injury on her arm. The second orc was on her then, hate gleaming in its large eyes. Anira managed to dodge one attack, but the second creature's stroke was too swift and his blade grazed her leg, drawing blood. Anira grimaced in pain as she tried desperately to regain her balance, knowing that one false move could mean her death. Following up on his advantage, the orc kicked her to the ground, grinning down at her as he put his blade to her throat. The creature licked his lips in a grim satisfaction as if savoring the moment of the kill. Using the distraction, Anira silently reached for the sword which lay mere inches from her, all the while keeping her gaze fixed upon the orc. Just as he raised his sword for the kill, Anira grabbed the hilt of her blade and moving as quickly as she could plunged the sharp point into the orc's flesh. The orc's eyes widened for a brief moment in shock as black blood spilled freely from the wound before he crumpled to the ground beside her. Gasping for breath, she slowly rose to her feet and keeping an eye out for more orcs, she slowly limped toward where the group had gathered around the wounded she-elf.

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Anira nodded at Aramel, determination written across her face. Despite the pain from her leg and arm, she vowed not to let another comrade perish-not while she still had strength left within her. "I'll do all that I can to protect her," she told the she-elf.

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Is it too late or can i join?

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