The orcs stood frozen, as stunned as she was. She looked up at the Uruk, his sword hung in the air as he held it, his teeth bared. His eyes caught hers, before he reached down, grabbing the front of her gown and dragging her to her feet. "Run you stupid woman!!" he barked, shoving her back. That action shook the orcs out of their stupors, sending them on the attack. He swung round catching one's sword with his. "Run damn it!!"

This is what shook her. She instantly moved, but not to escape. She grabbed her bow and arrows from the ground and unleashed another storm of arrows. She had to pull more ammunition from the corpses as she was nowhere ready for this number of enemies. She was caught from behind, pulling her arms back. She threw her head back against it, and spinning round she quickly shot it. Whereas he sliced through them like a knife through butter, grabbing the occasional orc and throwing it into another.

The numbers slowly dwindled as they moved about the clearing, dancing with the repulsive creatures. He raised his blade against an orc but gave a roar as he felt an orcish blade pierce his back. Leaving the orc he was sparing with, he swung around, the blade tearing through his flesh and armor as he did. Bringing his blade down, the orc fell, its head cloven, but the orc behind him was alive and on the attack.

"Ghash!!" she yelled. In a quick motion, she raised her bow and fired, knocking the creature to the ground. He looked to her for a moment before turning with a challenging cry to the remaining panicked orcs. They hunted as many as they could, but soon the remaining orcs fled leaving the two panting for breath. She gave a laugh, "Hah! I knew I could handle an o-!" she trailed off as she was jerked forward by the front of her gown.

"Of all the ridiculous and confounded fools of my acquaintance, you are by far the worst!!" he snarled. "What did you expect me to do!? Run home crying for mummy?!" she replied, looking up to his enraged face with her brow raised. "That was my hope, yes!" he snapped. "Are you injured?" he demanded. "Not much, aside from some scratches, a few grazes, and a lot of bruises." she said. "That is the least you deserve!" he said, letting go of her front with a shove.

He turned away, looking over the corpses. As he did she could see the blood pouring down his back. "Ghash, you're hurt!" she said, her face going from smug to concerned. "Oh, leave me be, I am fine." he muttered without turning to face her. "Ugh, my foolishness is no rival to yours! Let me see." she said, reaching for him. He knocked her hand away. "Leave it. I refuse to allow you to detain me further!" he said as he tried to walk away.

She marched in front of him, pointing an arrow in her hand at him. "You've gone through enough effort to detain yourself, it's my turn. Sit down!" she demanded. He glared at her, but she only glared back. He bared his teeth with a growl of annoyance, but she remained adamant. "You are a plague on me." he grumbled. "I've got a cure for that too!" she said with a smirk.

He quietly snatched the arrow from her hand. "Do not play with that..." he muttered, before turning and solemnly marching for the hut. She followed him, smiling victoriously. Well, here he was again. She didn't know how or why, but there he was, and she once again had to heal him, and deal with his whining. Perfect.