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The girl froze when a pair of unnerving blood-red eyes fixed on her, nearly dropping the most reliable weapon she had in hand to poorly defend herself. [i]'Well, this must be it'[/i], she thought grimly, torn between fear and resignation about this fact. Death was something she knew, something she had contemplated for a long while, but never had she thought about dying so brutally in the nasty claws of an orc. Had it all been different if she had perfected the practice of any spell earlier? Maybe, she could have at least given herself a little more time.

She wanted to help, didn't she? She wanted to have the chance to protect the creatures out there, right? Then, she couldn't coward down now. She would have to fight, fight like her father had in the battlefield, fight like her mother had to raise her and give her all she could, fight like her unknown ancestors had for centuries, fight like life had taught her to. And that thought had to be at least inspirational enough to get her moving. Biting her tongue to stop the trembling on her limbs, clenching her fists, one around the elegant handle of the elven dagger she held, Ireth stood on her ground and waited for the imminent blow to come her way. Despite the lack of armour and proper weapons, she had an advantage, after all: her size. She was fast and sly, so she could manage to sneak away somehow if she was cautious enough.

It all happened too fast to Ireth's eyes, yet she couldn't stop and think about it much either. She dodged the orc's hand, rolling aside on her back before quickly hopping back on her heels. Her wrist moved and the blade of the dagger cut across the orc's thigh, not hard enough to slice too deep, but hopefully would suffice to slow the beastly creature if only a tad. Ireth didn't wait to see how much damage had she done to the orc, she was already jumping out of the wagon and running away as fast as she could.