(*Sigh* Sure go ahead)
THe Guard wasn't exactly the brightest of the guards Charging Off Alone against thieves. Deawen saw this and stayed back, people that are cornered fight harder. she slowly advanced keeping her charger at a walk. "give it up Tarcil, I will chase you to the ends the earth If I have to, " she said tilting her head up

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((I checked Las's profile. She hasn't posted since the sixth. What are we going to do if she doesn't post soon?))

"I could not just leave Cricket," Ránëmírë protested to Tarcíl. Quickly pulling her hood as far over her face as she could get it, she added, "Besides, I do not think that more than two people have seen me well enough to recognize me if they saw me and if I am careful it will stay that way. The odds are greatly against the fact that our pursuer has enough influence to close the whole city down just to catch a few escapees. There may be extra guards placed at the gates, but I think they would let me through. Perhaps I could smuggle you all out?"

Tarcíl laughed out loud when he heard Deawen's threat. "You?"he said, his voice filled with sarcasm. "You would get lost as soon as you left the gates of this city. " He started to walk towards Deawen and he nodded to Amaran, hoping that he understood and would surround her. "But if it's the end of the world you want to see.. that can be arranged.."

((If you don't like it just say so..))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(it's ok )
Deawen sat straighter inthe saddle as Tarcil Spoke. Her Horse unacustom to being surrounded in such a fashoin began to shy backwards it's ears pinned back in warning Deawen ran a soothing hand down it's quivering neck. Deawen glanced behind her it was a corner... trapped. " valar help me she gritted her teeth she took a deep breath and made a plan. she quickly dismounted and made her horse charge foward in the same second drew her sword and a dagger she wasn't going to give up without a fight. " so be it " she challanged her black cloak caught a breeze and swirled around her, giving her a sureal look.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Don't be so perfectly ridiculous" Tarcíl laughed. "We outnumbered you and I would hate myself if one of us has to hurt you." He smirked, this went all better than he'd hoped. If this worked they'd escaped Minas Tirith before dawn and captured one of the most important spies of the King.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Deawen showed no emotion standing there ready to fight, her old training taking place of the new.
Deawen looked defiant as ever she held her blades with more care ready to strike she said nothing knowing words would only be a waste of time and breath. she knew the odds but which was better? to Fight trying or to submit without a fight.
( are you going to capture Dea? if so thats alright)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Czarra andvaced slowly with the others, drawing her sword. She took her horse reins from Ránëmírë and he trailed behind her, hoofs clopping slowly. She her Tarcil say somethink about being out of here by dawn. that would be nice, she thought. I hate all this stone!

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Tarcíl wanted to act. He always had an impatient temper and he felt it was taking too long. A fool he was but also reckless as he was he jumped forwards to Deawen. He dived out of reach of her first blade, though he had to improvise what to do next. He'd hoped to scare her, so he would be in an advantage, even without arms.

(( You may injure him if you like, it's just to speed things up a little Btw, should someone perhaps take over Las' charrie until she's back? She's quite important for the plot ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Amaran winked slightly at Tarcil, the only acknowlegment that he understood. As Tarcil advanced, Amaran quickly slunk to block her exit from the other side. He noticed that even a seasoned officer like her winced when surrounded, but he also knew she could be deadly. In a fit of motion so fast he could barely comprehend it as it was happening, Deawen dismounted and gave her steed a slap on the rump. Of course, when the horse charged, it just had to charge at Amaran. He moved as best he could, but the oncoming horse still clipped his side and nearly crushed his left foot. Amaran was knocked to the ground, but rocovered before Deawen could hope to escape. Tarcil had already engaged her, and by the looks of it, had done it without a thought or plan. That was so like him. Still, though, Amaran hung back. It would do no good to engage Deawen all at once, only to have her escape through an ungaurded roadway. However, Awaran couldn't help but lower himself into a fighter's crouch, ready to throw himself into the action if need be.

Deawen was a bit surprised at Tarcils quick movment she had little time to react. she jumped out of the way swinging her dagger skillfuly towards his arm it looked as if she would chop his hand off but at the last minute she turned the blade so the flat of the blade smacked his hand away. it was a slightly painful blow but Deawen had no intention of hacking an unarmed opponet to bits. Now Tarcil was behind her she wheeled around turning her back to Amaran either way she turned she had someone to her back. she kept her blades up her wieght shifted forward ready to spring. she looked around they way they set up was confusing most would have attacked all at once to quickly overpower but not this time. a feeling she rarely felt held her in place her sword wavered for asplit second....what she felt was fear....the fear of being captured a fate according to her was worse than Death.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Tarcíl was surprised, Deawen had the best opportunity of injuring him yet she didn't. He swore under his breath and his hand started to swell already but he paid no attention to that. Now he stood at her backside while she was facing Amaran. She was trapped. He looked at Amaran, hoping for a hint, he understood now that the two of them had to attack at once to confuse her even more.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Deawen wasn't going to wait for the next attack. she made a long slash with her sword towards Tarcil to warn him to stay back. she found a spot that didn't require her to be in six places at once she turned her back so that Tarcil was to her left and Amaran was to her right.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Dropping the horses bridles, Ránëmírë drew her sword and moved so that she was facing Deawen. "Why do you not give up?" she called. "In the end you will be defeated whether you fight or not. There is no dishonor in surrendering to the impossible. Why prolong the end?"
Ránëmírë loosed the clasp at her neck and tossed her cloak behind her. She did not want a fight, but if Deawen refused to listen she wanted to be ready.

Czarra advaned even further, swing her sword in circals. She stode in between Tarcil and Amaran, blocking Deawen from the front. "Yes," she sneered, "Just give it up."

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Deawen glared she didn't speak at first why waste words with people that were beneath her anyway. She held her sword as if it was a feather and not a heavy chunk of metal. The blade was held still postitioned to parry, her dagger was the same horizontal and steady.
" THere is no honor in giving up, I would have expected One of High born would understand that but I guess that was not taught to you" her voice was edged with venom it was a clear insult but Deawen was not one to sneer and taunt a forward attack was much more pratical.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Don't give me that nonsense!" Tarcíl sneered, for the first time real angry. "That of High Borns.. and as if they are the only ones with honor." He spitted in front of her feet. "Do you call spying and betraying honorable?" Tarcíl took a few steps forward within the reach of her blade but he didn't care. He'd always dispised the elite because of their attitude but his father had taught him enough of honour before he'd died on young age, to understand that most of those High Borns didn't possess it.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.