[PRS] Daino & Scorpius-Hyperion-Malfoy

A barely noticable smirk reaches Valarrs lips as he hears her reply,, it is as he hoped, at least the girl could fight for herself. A quick sidestep and the blade buries itself in the wolfs neck, ending it mercifully. As he dodges another lunge from a large grey wolf, his arm reaches out and slashes the beast, he seems calm as he fights as if it is as simple as breathing.

He glances at the girl a few times when he is able, just to be certain that she has not gotten mauled by the pack - surprisingly, she is doing well, female warriors were uncommon, even with the elves and even more so with the humans, who find their women to be frail and weak. As his focus shifts back to the two wolves beside him, the motion and swing of his sword , easily decapitates one and with a fast movement his sword is buried in the second wolfs chest.

The fight seems to last ages, even for a seasoned warrior, his heart still beats hard in his chest, making the heartbeat echo in his head as he routinely cleans his sword with the hem of his tunic as nothing else is available.

(Jag är ledsen jag har inte har svarat, det har varit stressigt och jag har inte kunnat logga in)

What Arleigh lacked in strength, she made up in agility. She was light on her feet and quick in her turns, something she took advantage of when it came to these powerful wolves. If they ever got a grip of her arm or limb she would be pulled down with ease, something that would not be easy to recover from. Thankfully they were two against the pack, and somehow she even felt the confident to turn her back against the elven warrior without feeling too threatened. Or then again, maybe it was just the lesser threat for the moment.

After the last wolf was slain, or the rest had decided to run away instead of fighting, she slowly straightened her stance. A slow, painful wheezing could be heard from a nearby wolf, obviously hurt but not quite killed. She took the couple steps needed to get to the shaking body, placed her sword carefully at the base of the neck and forced it in with a quick motion to end the suffering.
She glanced up at the elven warrior as she brushed most of the blood away from her sword against the fur of the wolf.

“I see why the humans did not stand a chance,” she said as small drop of sweat from the fighting made its way down the side of her face. She brushed it off against her shoulder before dragging the flat edge of the sword against the leather guard on her left forearm, getting rid of the last drops of blood. “You’re very skilled,” she continued, gazing up at him amongst the slain animals. He had taken a bigger part of the killing, probably as the wolves had prioritized what they saw as the bigger threat, but it had not seemed to be a problem at all.

(Inga problem ^^ kul att ha dig tillbaka!)

The elven warrior stops with an almost calming motion, exhaling as the fight ends, blood stained his clothes and sword, it was needed. His attention turns to the girl once more, eyes widen just slightly at her unexpected compliment.

"Thank you but killing humans was never our goal , we only fight for what is ours." The reply is quick and almost has a hint of odd kindness to it. Valarr cleans his sword with the hem of his tunic, never taking his eyes off her. "We all do what we must to live." he clearly did not take it to heart. In a strange way he was glad that the girl was unharmed, not wishing to harm another human unless he must.

The clearing is silent, not even the sound of birds echo through the trees, the fight must have scared them off. "It was impressive, I was under the impression that human females did not fight, non the less, you should head home , girl. There are other creatures in the place that would not be kind to you." A fair warning , not made out of malice, indifference mayhaps not there was no malice in his voice.

In elvish he summons his horse back , mounting it with ease as the large destrier huffs and stomps his feet, clearly happy about his masters return and safety. "I suppose we both have somewhere else to be and the blood will only attract more beasts, I suggest that you wash it off, quickly." Valarr urges his horse forward , deeper into the elven woods.

(Förlåt igen, jag har inte märkt att det gick en månad jag skulle gärna vilja fortsätta om du är okej med det )

Arleigh weighted the sword in her hands as she listened to him speak, keeping him in the corner of her eye while her gaze was fastened on the metal reflection of her sword. He did not threaten her further, and neither would she. Even though she might sometimes act on impulse instead of thought, or speak out without rationality, she was wise enough to act on it when someone like an elven warrior lets her pass without an issue.

She suppressed a slight smile as well as she could while she heard him speak of her fighting. She had stumbled straight into an elven warrior and lived to see the next day, and even gotten a compliment. Ari decided at least to take the comment as an impressed view on her skills and not just her gender. If only the Royal Guard would see it the same way and give her a chance to prove herself.

She turned her gaze towards the warrior and gave him a small nod before placing her sword back into its position on her belt. “Can’t way it was a pleasure,” she mumbled under her supressed smile before pressing her lips together. Why would one stay quiet when one can instead blurt the first things that come to mind?

Ari lifted her right hand to her mouth and sounded out a loud single whistle with the help of her fingers. In all the fighting she had forgotten about her little mare. That coward horse had either hidden well, gotten eaten or, better yet, ran back to the ranch without her. She spit some of the metallic taste of her fingers on the ground as she tried to listen in to the sound of the forest of any signs on hooves trotting her way.

(Jadå no worries!)

The rusting of the trees have stopped and the birds returned , chirping gleefully even after the fight and bloodshed. "To be a simple creature and forget" he muses as he continues to ride through the woods towards the elven city, full with life.

As he rides through the city, he watches the people go about their day, not bothered by the bloodied clothes or presence of the soliders as it has been a daily occurence for a very long time. The castle still stands tall and proud, not touched by time.

Valarr heads to his house, yearning for a bath and good wine.

A short moment later he's called to the castle, Valarr quickly dons his armor and heads to meet with the generals to discuss the siege on the human city

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Arleigh couldn’t make out any sounds of the small hooves that usually came from the little mare, and cursing her luck she wiped her hands on the dark trousers she was wearing before she set off in a jog towards the edge of the forest. She knew where to go – even thought the forest wasn’t that familiar to her, she had a good sense of direction, and did not plan to stay there any longer than necessary.

Sooner than later she got out of the edge of the forest and could spot her mare enjoying a patch of fresh grass a stone throw’s away. It sensed her coming as it looked up and quickly stopped the munching before setting of her way in a swift motion.

“A cow would be more useful than you,” Ari said under her breath as she mounted her little horse, giving it a little pat on the neck. She was returned with a neigh, the horse was probably just as eager as she was to finally get home, and she pushed her heels in to get the creature moving towards their ranch. She had been gone way too long, and the bloodied clothes would not make it any better.

The castle is vast, the intricate details on the stone is a marvel everytime he sees it. Finely sculpted elven titans guard the gates, swords in hand and armor glistening in the sun. No humans have ever seen the city , that he knew of,have never walked through the arches , seen their glorious gardens.

His boots barely make a sound of the floor, but elven ears and eyes hear and see, the guards are ever vigilant, even from Valarr. As he reaches the solid oaken door, the warrior steadies himself for a moment before the door opens and he is greeted by his superiors, fellow warriors and the King.

King Saevel barely glances up at the newly arrived warrior but greets him while he continues to plan around the war table. The King wears an fine tunic , stitched with fine embroidery under his armor. The meeting progesses with arguments and harsh words, Valarr speaks on what he is able, reporting in the intel from the scouting.