Neracelc had no idea of where they were heading, but he returned to the cave and looked for some tracks, which seemed to lead into the forest. He decided to follow, but had his sword revealed and moved swiftly as possible to avoid traps. He followed their tracks with a smile on his face, but he moved on the side of them in the side of the track.

"Well...let`s see what these fools have to offer against me..."

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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!

Bredol walked through the trees and nickered when he saw Deawen Deawen greeted him Deawen got on her horse's back. Deawen stopped something was wrong very... "my lord i think we should..." Deawen did not finish she had to think of what they should do Deawen urged Bredol closer to her companoins she drew her sword half way she checked her knives they were all in place she glanced at Arenel "shell let yove batlle(get ready for battle)" arenel stayed close to Bredols feet Deawen patted bredols neck "fight with the wind" she muttered Bredol snorted he picked his feet up more.

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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

When Deawen drew her sword and came close to them, Adastrea's first reaction was to think that she had trusted foolishly once again. But when Deawen did not attack but look around for an attacker, she felt relieved, but still wary. She looked around for the familiar face she wanted out of her life. She stayed close to her companions, not about to be foolish again. If only they could get to Minas Tirith where she could have at least some shelter. Her heart was pounding and she hid the shivers that went through her spine. 'No fear...you have no fear' She tried and tried to convince herself. Usually she did not fear much, the hideous face of an orc with sword drawn was just the same as any other, why did she fear this man so much? Was it he that was going to bring her fate forth? Whether it be to kill or to trade as he is seeking the riches he desires. She readied herself, if the need called for her to run, then she would do so without question.

Neracelc saw the small group between the trees and jumped down leaving his horse behind with his scimitar at hand, he drew out his dagger with a cold smile on his face. He followed them for a while, but then they seemed to get wary, which wasn`t good. He waited for a while, aimed a threw his knife towards Adastreas shoulder at least to get her out of the fight. The rest would be easier without her trying to fight, when he would have ended the lives of these two he could kill Adastrea finally...

or take her as a captive again...

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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!

Adastrea jumped as they knife was throw at her, her movement caused it to slice her upper arm. She winced, holding it with her hand as blood slipped through her fingers. As the others readied for a fight, Adastrea backed away from them only slightly, she looked down at the knife and picked it up. She used her dress as a sheath for now. She looked towards where the knife had come from, he was out to kill her, she was sure of it. After throwing the knife, he had to be. This man was beyond persistant for nothing but the pleasure of winning and she had no intention of being some trophy he could brag about to other assassins like him. The advantage she had was that they were both trained in Mordor, she knew his style for the most part, but both of them had gathered other techniques whether their own or learned from others. That is where surprise always came in. She had not run out of ideas to escape, not yet anyway.

Neracelc appread about 5 metres away from them with a smirking face, he took out his scimitar.

"I am very sorry for that, but I think that you all are quite cowards if you are going to attack a petty assasin together... 3 against one... ain`t nice, but neither am I... Adastrea....how about we settle this once and for all? You versus me and no one else... death or victory... after that the two friends of your can attack...fine... or perhaps it is I that will die?"

Neracelc shrugged.

"Death isn`t scary at all and I have nothing to lose... so how about it or are you only a bunch of cowards?"

Neracelc spinned his sword in his hand.

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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!

Adastrea hesitated slightly, she looked at her two companions and then at Neracelc. "We tried once, it didn't happen. Besides, you have your own weapon, I have your knife. Somehow I do not find the odds even at all. There is no possible way they could be even, for you have more strength than I do and I have more wounds. Your horse is exhausted from running the distance I have been running, you know that I do not have the strength to fight you anymore, that is the only reason why you give me that option. You surprise me, Neracelc...for one who is in this for the chase, you are trying to persuade me to give you an easy win? You have had numerous chances to kill me before but you didn't. If you were in this for the thrill of the chase and not for money, then why didn't you kill me when I was tied up and helpless?"

Neracelc laughed at a mad laughter at her with a smile on his face.

"You should listen to what I have spoken... I have nothing to lose, you pissed me off so then it was when I decided to kill you...why? You think that I left only my innocence in Mordor?!"

Neracelc looked her like he was a obsessed.

"I have never been myself since I became an assasin for Mordor... they took my last pieces of sanity with them as Sauron was defeated... Mordor`s cause was the only thing keeping me sane in there, but no longer... I am in pain... in mental all the time and my life is a misery that has no cure... expect to bring that misery to others and ease my own knowing that few more feel my pain...but sure.. bring it on... all of you.. I promise that you will all lie dead on this path by nightfall because my mission is not complete until I die.."

Neracelc pointed her with his sword and took an agressive stance that allowed him to syrike quickly.

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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!

Thinen drew his own sword and thrust in between Adastrea and Neracelc, blocking his attack.
"Don't you know how to treat a lady?"
He smiled and forced Neracelc's sword back. He stood in front of Adastrea and kept his eyes on the evil man.
"Get moving Adastrea, I'll take care of him."
He held his sword in both hands before him.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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OOC: HEY! read my text before making anything please... I never said he attacked, but I only said that he took a stance...but oh well have it your way..

Neracelc backed down slightly with his sword up and he held it too with two hands, he smiled slightly as Thinren stopped him.

"Well...well... we have ourselves a man ready to die for a greater cause or someone else to be exact... play along then Adastrea...leave you friends here to die in my hands... you`ll never make it to Minas Tirith because I will be after you... but surely if you`d make it there... you would be only walking into a trap... Balor is no fool...he has men in many cities and they would find you..."

He took a step forwards and slashed at Thinren, then he spinned away slashing.

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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: Sorry i just assumed "...agressive stance that allowed him to syrike quickly."

He blocked the attacks and began breathing heavily. It had been a while since his training but he was good enough with a sword to fight and win. He would have prefered to pick him off from a distance but the situation called for close combat.
"I will have your head!"
He lunged forward thrusting his sword forward like a spear.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Neracelc smiled as he took a side step and the sword went harmlesly past him, he then slashed towards Thinren`s shoulder who was just going past him. Either Thinren would dodge by ducking or getting a nasty cut in his shoulder. Neracelc backed away with a smile on his face.

"My head eh? Sounds quite uncivilized... but sure... you can always try, but not succeed..."

Neracelc took few steps forwards spinning and slashed towards Thinrens ribs, but was ready to use his dagger to end this fight soon.

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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!

When Thinren told Adastrea to run she was about to until she heard Neracelc's reply to that. She bit her lip slightly, not knowing what to do. She thought for a moment and looked around, then slipped somewhere into the woods, there was no way she could get to Minas Tirith on foot while he was on horse back. She snuck through the woods around the others an dlooked for Neracelc's horse. She just hoped that he did not catch on.

He felt a burning pain in his right shoudler. His attempts to dodge weren't good enough. He managed to doge the other attack, but the damage had been done. He stumbled back but managed to keep his footing. He looked at his shoudler and saw the blood seeping out. Everytime he moved it he felt the searing pain coarse through his body. He grimaced at the pain and stood ready to fend off another attack.
"Justice always prevails."
He gritted his teeth and raised his sword in front of him.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Neracelc saw her running to the woods and guessed her try to get to his horse or something, she would get to Minas Tirith, but there she would bee found by Balor`s men so what would she try next? Neverminding that Neracelc concentrated to the fight, he spinned his sword in his hands as Thinren spoke.

"You think that there is any true justice in this world? No... it`s your and others peoples way of punishing those who don`t obey them... Besides I can go in and out of Minas Tirith if I want...but let`s continue or...not... "

Neracelc ran forwards and hit Thinren`s sword aside, he kicked him painfully between the legs.

"That should keep you down..."

Neracelc ran towards his horse trying to get Adastrea.

OOC: sorry...heheh... I couldn`t resist...

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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!

It took a while for Adastrea to find the horse, when she saw him she heard Neracelc coming, her heart sank. If she ran from her hiding place he would get to her before she got to the horse. She stayed hidden, hoping he would think she just went for Minas Tirith on foot. She had no idea how the fight went and prayed that he let the others live. Adastrea stayed quiet, watching the horse and watching in the direction of where the noise of him running came from.