Hytorax Part 2

[Earniel]

The orc that faced Aralle never quite got the chance to pull out his sword.

What he did get was a very brief moment to look up in surprise when the large shadow of Merrah loomed over him. And then the mare's hooves smashed down on his helmet and obscured his view.

The orc crumbled to the ground, dark blood flowed from under his dented helmet on the parched grass.

Normally the blow must have killed him on the spot, but Imarwyn had begun to realise that 'normal' didn't always happen in Enedwaith these days. So she let Merrah kick the body further away.

The warg that had stayed away during from the fight, now came closer and sniffed the body of his immobile rider. It snarled, presenting Imarwyn with a view of a row of cruel, sharp teeth.

Imarwyn kept her horse between the warg and Aralle, giving the griffin some time to catch her breath.

"Are you alright, Aralle?" Imarwyn asked without taking her eyes of the warg.