With a cry of hatred, Carwen drives her star-forged steel sword into the Goblin facing her, while her sister Cerys deftly runs the point of her own blade through the narrow eye-hole of another’s crude, horned helm. Carwen’s triumph is short-lived; she turns too late to confront a second foe, and takes his spear in her belly before she can raise her shield. Shocked, she gives out a choking, wide-eyed scream. Behind her, a crooked Goblin arrow flicks down from the nearby tower and takes Esyllt high in the chest, snapping a rib as it crunches into her lung.
Both Elven warriors fall down in the dirt; Carwen arching her back and contorting her lean, athletic body, hot Elven blood running freely over her torn leather corset as she digs the heels of her tall boots into the mud. She adds her sobbing moans of pain to Dwysil’s; the two Elven maidens both doomed to a slow, bloody death beneath the feat of the frantic combatants.
Above them blades beat on shields and steel clatters against pitted iron, Elves and Goblins voicing their fierce war-cries in face-to-face combat. Proud, fearless Liliwen stamps the sole of her boot down on the back of a cowardly Goblin as it tries vainly to scrabble away from her on all fours. It will not escape her wrath.
Beerman
2025-09-08 16:52:42 +0000 UTC