[gremlin]

( such a lame fight - kicks self - )

Judith's feet pounded against the ground as she ran. Why did it seem as if she couldn't find any peace? All she had wanted to do was rest for the night, to have energy finally but she had to be disturbed by that scum bag. Then she was told about attacking the Dark Elves, then Uldric coming into her tent just moments ago. Her head was pounding so hard the she almost couldn't think clearly. I should have killed that bastard, she thought bitterly. Why had she not killed him? If she had then she wouldn't have to deal with him in the future. Don't think that this is over, that's what he had told her before leaving. Uldric deserved more than a broke nose, sore tongue and a sore head from her bow. Though Judith could easily do harm to him she couldn't bring herself to take his life. She was too kind even to the enemy, soon enough she would cause her own death if she didn't change.

She had not ran too far from the camp, the light that surrounded it reflected off of her eyes as she looked back. Thankfully she had been able to avoid any Light Elves, by the time she had left most of them had gathered around her brother to listen to what he had to say. Judith let out a heavy breath, she wondered if finally she could be alone. "You're a pretty one," Judith turned and her eyes landed on a lone Dark Elf.

Judith didn't have the chance to speak before he drew his blade and swung it at her. Judith felt the material of her shirt split open, exposing her stomach, she breathed in sharply waiting to see red but he had not touched her flesh. As he swung at her again Judith brought her bow up allowing it to take the hit. It was better to damage her bow than to receive a wound that could potentially be fatal. She could always have this one fixed or purchase a new one. He pulled his blade away from her, he seemed frustrated that he had not been successful at shedding blood, "Damn Light Elf," he hissed. When his blade struck her bow a second time it snapped in half. The Dark Elf brought his free hand to her neck and tightly wrapped his fingers around it. Judith quickly reached for her dagger, he was a fool to think that she would give up so easily and allow him to take her life. Judith quickly brought the dagger to his neck then slide it across his flesh, he dropped his weapon to the ground. The Dark Elf sunk to the ground with his hands pressed against his neck. Judith kept her eyes on him until he no longer breathed.

Judith breathed out but quickly held her breath as she felt a sudden pain. She pressed her hands against her stomach, they felt warm and wet as she brought them away. "Fuck," she mumbled, the Dark Elf had slid his blade across her stomach before she did the same to his neck. Though at least it didn't seem as deep as she had feared it might be, she would certainly live. She still needed medical attention of course.