nai's rhetoric

brusied, bloodied and battered, Tras Arrowfoot lay sprawled on the ground. his broadsword just within arms reach. the same longsword that has carried him through countless battles lay just beyond him. the once gleaming blade now grew dull with fallen foes blood covering it, trickling down to the hilt. under the twilight, you could still see the azure glow of the sapphire embedded in the hilt. blessed by elders and monks before Tras, the longsword was said to be magical. all that magic now couldnt stop Tras from staring down the face of this bloodthirsty assiliant.
the band of ogres had ambushed him. his fault for not have picking the familiar musky odour that bloodstone orgres carry with them.
the ogre grunted and heaved his massive double bladed axe and prepared for the killing blow. with whatever left of his strength, Tras managed to roll on to his side, and scooped up his trusty longsword and prepared for the next blow. stumbling a little, favouring his left leg, Tras adopted the true defensive stance; crane over waters; that has been taught to him since young. his childhood memories seem so distant at the moment.
the bloodthirsty ogre swung again, axe met sword in deafening clash of metal. Tras barely had enough strength to parry the attack. he was in trouble. bleeding heavily from a thigh injury on his right leg he could hear the distant horn call of more ogres approaching. he had already dispatched 6 ogres before meeting this more hardy adversary.
it was going to be a long night he thought to himself.
and the dance begun. Tras took the impetus and went on one last attack. moving through his stances like a dance, flowing from one move to the other. the ogre was taken aback by this sudden surge of energy that his opponent possessed; was driven back . the din of the battle was aburptly interrupted by the nock of an arrow and its release. fletchings to cheek in a smooth motion, Sophia Fayre let loose an arrow at the massive orgre and her aim was true. elves seldom missed. it was quickly followed by another 2 arrows in rapid succession.
with a great thud, the ogre fell to the ground, 2 arrows pertruded from his makeshift chainmail of broken metals whilst the third, the killing blow, went straight through his larnyx.
Tras stared bewildered at his defeated foe and turned back. and under the cloudless moonlight stood his lover, still somehow looking angelically serene despite having faced the rigours of battle. her hair, silver like the mountains of franz josef, played with the night breeze sillhouetting her pristine face. an angel to behold, sophia looked ageless. her clear blue eyes stared right into him.
"thought you could use a hand tras" she laughed. her voice, melodious like seraphs on the lyre still brought chills to Tras's spine.
"i had it under control Sophia" indiginant in his responsce, the pride of a young elf still worn on his breast.
their reunion was abrupty interrupted by the arrival of two river trolls. cunning and fast, trolls are formidable opponents. but so too are elves...