With a proud, fearless yell, the Sylvan warrior-women hurl themselves across the intervening distance, racing each-other to be first to the fight. Eowyn falls with an ugly grunt of pain as an arrow plunges down from a tower to take her high in her midriff: She kicks out hard enough to dislodge one boot as her fellow Knights hurry past her, her cries of anguish ignored.
As they plough into the Goblin spear-wall, arrows and rusty, jagged halberds inflict more losses on the noble warriors, though their strong shields protect them from the worst of their foes’ malice.
In the second rank, a nervous young Glade Knight named Eira looks back at her kin for reassurance and sees only stoic determination, and a fierce resolve to fight and win, no matter the cost.
Beerman
2025-07-11 14:48:00 +0000 UTCbodak
2025-07-09 21:26:30 +0000 UTCJuan Español
2025-07-08 09:54:51 +0000 UTC