[Daren]

Drawing a blade back from the freshly severed flesh Rhyldrin almost lazily stood over his handy work. Almost examining it, not like he had anything better to do with his free time. A unmarked fighter, out of the many men the Queen commanded this was one of the few that the Light elves tried to avoid at all costs in combat. He didn't work for the queen so to speak, he did however take up contracts and job offers if she so wished certain members of the other side dead. He rather liked it this way, not always having a post to return to and no real rush. So long as he lived to see the next battle and fulfilled his contracts he could care less what either side thought of his actions. Peace was not something he foresaw in the near or any future.

Though this day something happened to catch his attention. From the sounds of it a small tussle seemed to break out. A sound of a arrow leaving it's masters bow, the odd thing was it seemed the target was either missed or lived the first strike. Normally his curiosity didn't get the better of him, but there were few and far between as far as archers went for either side. So to think one such unit missed its mark was unheard of. Besides that he wanted to see who would be the victor in this struggle for life. He was a odd one when it came down to it, being able to watch his own side struggle and fight without offering to lift a finger, let alone be seen that he was even there.

It was a true battle indeed watching the two, the archer was so much smaller then the brute it faced. For the two locked into battle it probably felt like hours, but the fight was a mere few moments before the smaller Light elf seemed to gain the upper hand. To admit he was amused by this was a understatement. Their form was dreadful as far as hand to hand went and from what it seemed the archer was no where near as powerful as the one that now lay on the ground dead.

Though something else caught Rhyldrin's eye after the fight had ended. The archer almost seemed repulsed by what had happened... interesting, to take someones life and to act like that? He smirked a little to himself as the archer started to walk towards what he presumed to be the direction of a Light elf encampment. Maybe he would toy with this little warrior, killing it wasn't in his plan. No point in slaying a wounded ranged user, where would the fun in that be.

He followed the archer for a little while before making himself known as he spoke causing the wounded one to freeze in their tracks, probably presuming the worse. "If your going to carry a bow, shoot to kill... hesitation will only quickly your own demise." How odd it was for a enemy to be giving the other side advise. But his word were true enough, to admit he felt sorry for the archer. With just one foe they were nearly killed because of a bad shot so it seemed. It was almost a cursed blessing the poor sod was still alive.

Though even with the wounds the other had he prepared for the archer to draw a weapon, still trying to fight for it's life till the end. Though as much blood as there seemed to be on the ground maybe they wouldn't have the strength to do so.

((bah i had a longer post that i forgot most of the details on due to the site logging me out ...))