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Inevitably, Ireth's legs gave in as she tripped and tumbled on the ground on her escaping attempit. At least she could say she had run far enough from the wagon to be out of that orc's reach... for now. She turned quickly on her back and got up, panting for air and looking around the rather gruesome scene before her. It was all chaos! Children and women all cried in terror, and ran around trying to escape those monster's wrath, while men and dwarves and warrios did their best to fight them out. A woman stood beside her, screaming and crying her lungs out as she watched her poor son being ripped from her arms and taken away by the orcs. Ireth couldn't stand that much, she just couldn't.

So, there she was again, gathering up whatever courage she had left within and tightened her grip around her humble elven dagger. It might have been her only real weapon, and definitely not big nor powerful enough to stop any of those fierce orcs, but she could try. She couldn't just stand there and watch all of this happen to those innocent folks. Oblivious of anything else surrounding her, the brunette found herself running towards said orc, as the infant whimpered and squirmed under its grip. Wielding the sharp fine dagger in hand, Ireth aimed for the orc's hand, stabbing him just above the thick wrist and using all the strength in her to tear the flesh only a bit before hardly pulling out the blade. Of course she knew that would do little to truly hurt the infamous creature, but at least she hoped that would do to distract it so that the kid could escape. As soon was the boy was freed, she told him to run while she would try to entertain the orc. It had been the most daring she had ever been in her life, probably, and the end of it would that be as well.

If the orc had failed to hit her, Ireth wasn't that lucky the second time. Wincing and issuing a cry of pain, the girl was once again hitting the ground, desperately crawling away from the orc that was about to blow its huge knife at her again. There was a bleeding cut across her left thigh, deep enough to slow her down. If she was to die then, she considered innerly, at least she wouldn't go as an utter coward now; had she succeeded defending that woman and her child, that she hoped at the very least, even if she didn't make it out.