(*nods* Okie dokie... perhaps we can start some action...? *shifty eyes* Just to pass the time...)

Dhodrimme shifted her position upon her horse, releasing a heavy sigh, but quieted it as they drew nearer to the more hilly region of the fair grassland, a slight frown crossing her features. Her glance strayed to view around them, an uneasy feeling coming over her. Suddenly she sat higher upon Dawnshadow, sheilding her eyes against the sun, straining to see a movement beyond the hills.

"Did you happen to see anything beyond that point over there?" she murmured quietly in question to Eomira, as she turned her grey eyes to glance towards her companion, motioning in the direction she had been looking.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Thoren's men rode on toward the plains, normally they would go from tree to tree, instead of taking hourses, but the plains had few trees if any. they rode with great speed and were coming fast to the plains he motioned for the men to be ready and to draw weapons, the ones in front were those that prefured fighting in glory and not the silent killing that normaly was done. those that prefured the ways of stealth, dismonted and started on foot staying well hidden, thoren was one of them, his hawk flew to him and he spoke to it. " My dear, go find the two wemen, and tell me of their progress, keep a close watch on them and trie not to get shot." the great bird rose and flew off.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(*shifty eyes* what did you have in mind?)<br>
Eomira glanced at Dhod then looked to where she had pointed. Eomira shifted slightly on her horse and gazed off into the distance. Quietly, she murmured,<br>
"My mind was on other things friend, but I don't doubt your elven eyes." At this she looked at Dhod. "What was it?"

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(A few scouts of sorts or something that we run into *shrugs* )

"I'm not sure," Dhodrimme murmured in return, but urged her steed silently forward. "Perhaps just the shadows playing a trick, but I was pretty sure I saw a figure..." Edging forward, she unsheathed her sword, careful to not let the steel create much noise against the sheathe. She began to doubt herself, but when she again saw a movement she shook her head slightly with a frown.

"We ought to avoid that area, there's something there and I'm not sure conflict would be wise at this point and time," she glanced towards Eomira, but no sooner had she spoken, when the men made themselves seen, one on horseback, while two others were on foot.
"Seems conflict is unavoidable now," Dhodrimme mumbled in a bitter manner, her expression taking on a heavier frown.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

her men took a heavy toll that battle she lost more than half moral was low they headed back to Rohan. Midira rode silently she listened to the clink of armor and of leather saddles being moved about it.

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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

(ah...ok...so do you want sane or battleraged Eomi?)

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(:D Yes, that would be most entertaining, my dear friend! *chuckles*)

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~Cyclist in Training~

I vote with battlerage with a little sane in it... what do they call that. uh yes It's called a berserker, bring on the berserkers, also could you carry on the battle for a while, Thorens been geting antsy he hasn't been in a battle since the beging of the post and even then he just ran away. Also I kind of want to come back with a fine fenes. *chuckles*. You don't really have to if you don't want to, I mainly playing around, but the Idae does kind of apeal to me *chuckles again*

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(hehe...good. Battleraged it is then! Beware of the Shieldmaiden!)<br>
Eomira's eyes hardened and if you looked in them you could almost see her heart turn stone cold. She slowly drew her two swords and dismounted and slowly twirled her blades in her hands, the deadly metal glinting in the sunlight. <br>
(I'll wait till the poor scouts actually start charging before I go berserk:D)

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(Muwahaha)

The armed men gave out a yell and half a dozen more of the dull clothed individuals swiftly came from the rock formations and gave charge, weapons weilded within firm grasps.

Dhodrimme stepped forward beside Eomira, no fear showing in her eyes, but only the knowledge of what she had to do and what was before them. She cast a quick glance towards Eomira and gave a firm not. "I'll watch your back, you watch mine..." With a slight smirk, though grim it was, she leapt forward into the fray, unsheathing a battle dagger as well.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(don't think Eomi will do much watching but ok)<br>
Eomira let out a battle cry and dove into the battle her blades flashing in the sunlight. So great was her wrath upon the people that helped enslave her kin, she did not noticed when blades scored cuts on her skin, nor when her blades were coved with gleaming blood.<br>

(ooo...dramatic)

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i suddenly feel ...battle weary....

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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

(*grins* not me!! *waits for Dhod*)

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(Eeesh... *is waited upon* *is loaded with work* *is a tad bit depressed* *is going to run away* *is kidding* *shifty eyes*)

Dhodrimme slipped beneath a blow, bringing her sword around to slice into the man's midsection, utilizing her dagger to defend against a second blow. With quick reflexes, she reacted to each strike, barely noticing as a blade grazed her arm. A distant glint dwelt in her eyes, a held anger burning within them, though it was her rule to never fight with anger, for mistakes were easily made...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(the last sentence sounds like it's from the mask of zorro) ( "rule number one never attack in anger)

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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

(*grins* Yup, correct Deawen... And I also got it from "Scaramouche" the one with Stewart Granger... a very good tip indeed... very accurate too, so I use it all the time... In RP that is *shifty eyes* )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~