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Vanelee sighed as Matt and Dreggan prepared for battle, he really didn't want to fight now, especially with orcs. 'Why'd it have to be orcs?' the elf thought to himself ' It's always orcs...always'
About this time, Vanelee sensed a familiar presence appear behind him. 'Nina' he thought. He turned around with a smile now on his face, but his gaze only came upon a wolf standing some 10 yards away. 'A wolf? How strange.'
The group was now fast approaching the waiting orcs, and baatle was imminent. Vanelee sighed again , and as he took a step forward, following about 10 feet behind Matt and Dreggan, he was met by s sudden sense of a powerful magic force ahead of them.
'That power can't belong to an orc...it's to powerful, and it seems...magical...it couldn't be a...' Vanelee thought to himself, but his thoughts were interrupted by a large form crashing through the bushes next to him. He looked over at the form right before it made contact with him, his gaze coming upon a gruseome face.
An orc had lunged from the bushed and tackled Vanelee into a nearby tree. The elf felt a blow being delivered to his exposed side, and a rushing pain afterward. Using his speed, Vanelee ducked the orc's next blow and appeared behind him, sword drawn. A quick slash from the elven sword across the orc's back ended the battle.
Falling to one knee with an excruciating pain eminating in his side, Vanelee yelled to his fellow companions, "They're here!"
He was then back on his feet, running to catch up to his companions, who now had nearly 6 orcs bearing down upon them.
'I guess now the battle commences.' the elf thought.
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