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[Foxy_Aristocracy]

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The attack took Branwen almost completely off-guard, and she'd have certainly been dead in moments if it hadn't been for the shout that made her turn. She just had time to register that it hadn't been the approaching thugs who had shouted. The only thing that existed in the world was the need to defend herself.

There were half a dozen of them, all armed with swords except for one big brute who hefted a mace. She'd been in yew long enough to recognise who these were: the Orc patrole, who answered to no-one but the Tyrant himself and removed all threats to his power. She'd no idea why she should have fallen foul of them, but she could wonder about that later. Assuming that there was a later.

Branwen drew her sword, unconsciously moistening her lips as her eyes flicked from one to another of her enemy. They approached her slowly now that the surprise was gone, but they still looked confident. Why shouldn't they? Branwen acknowledged. Though superb with her weapons, it was unreasonable to believe that she could overcome so many well-trained foes. Unless she could find a means of escape, she'd be dead in moments. The thought left her head feeling hollow and the blood pumping wildly through her chest, but she fought down the fear to concentrate on staying alive.

Catching the slightest hint of eye-contact between two of the swordsmen, Branwen was parrying almost before the stroke came. Flicking the stubby blade aside with her own longer, slimmer weapon, she spun to meet the second blade. She caught this one squarely on her sword and staggered back a step or two under the force of the blow. Then, recovering her balance, she twisted the locked blades, forcing them down to the ground.

Over-committed, her assailant lurched forward as her own sword flashed up and skewered his right shoulder. Her blood was pumping harder and her whole body felt light. As he dropped his weapon and stumbled backwards, blood oozing through his clutching fingers, there was an almost physical need to follow and thrust her blade through his heart.

But everything she had ever learned told her that it would be the last thing she did. Allowing the wounded man to reel back and prop himself up against a wall, she whirled to meet the assault from the man who, in these few heartbeats, had managed to get behind her. More by luck than aim, she sliced his sword-hand, and he too fell back, fear and anger in his eyes.

Turning back to face the rest of the group, Branwen's heart sank. It was clear that, seeing one lone woman, they had expected to have fun, but their comrades' wounds had shown them that this was business. Four of them approached her together now in a line, three swords and a mace ready to deal death.

[Wynn]

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Noticing that Branwen was just taking in the sites and not paying attention to those that was approching her. Wynn gave out a shout for her to turn and defend herself. Unable to get to her quick enought she thougth the shout would work the best. Running towards her sword to help her fellow guildmate she new Branwen would have to defend herself for a brief moment until she could get to her. Finally reaching her sword she hears a noise and it was a sound she had never heard before. Fearing that Branwen had been stabbed she said a silent prayer while trying to reach her. The entire time she could hear more noises mabey the sound wasnt Branwen but she knew she could hear swords collide and russling of feet. "Please let her be ok till I get to her to help." By the time she arrived she could see that Branwen had been surrounded by the orcs. Looking over to her left she saw one that had felt the wrath of Branwen. While the other one was getting up from ground. Wynn runs over to him and kicks him back to the ground. puts her sword to his throat " Now you stay there or I will finish what she didn' t" The look of her eyes he knew she ment it . Turning to the direction of Branwen she knew that she would need help. Keeping her sword drawn she comes up behind the ones that was in a line heading towards her friend. Trying to get Branwens attention so that she could give a signal and let her know that the battle was on.
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[Foxy_Aristocracy]

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Branwen winked at Wynn and the girls sprung behind the remaining villains. There swords clanked against there heavy chain armor but being that the girls were much smaller and more dexterous it was not long before the orcs were laying dead on the Forest floor. "well done Wynn" Branwen said with a grateful smile.