[gremlin]

Brishen's men fell as easily as the Dark Elves did, they seemed to have equal power. Kane seemed a bit panicked by the site of the fallen bodies, the smell of blood was overwhelming and it made him feel uneasy. Though Brishen didn't seem to feel any remorse. He really didn't care if his men fell, he only wanted one thing. He wanted that damn Dark Elf that had escaped. Brishen barked at Kane to see if anyone had survived to at least seem as if he scared. He told Uldric to find Judith when he noticed that she was no longer with them. Judith had stayed behind in the commotion avoiding harming any Dark Elves unless it became absolutely necessary. She had a feeling that one of the other men had suggested bringing her along. It was probably Uldric trying to stop her from avoiding him. It was unusual for Brishen to ask her to come.

It didn't take long for Brishen to find Rhyldrin, really it seemed that something wanted them to cross path's. "Did you miss me?" he spat the joke and laughed. Brishen held his blade in his hand tightly, his face was twisted with amusement and his body quivered with excitement. He wanted to kill Rhyldrin more than anything. Brishen had learned from his previous mistake, he should have just killed the damn Dark Elf to begin with rather than bringing him back to the camp to play with. All he wanted now was to hear him choke on his own blood.

For a moment he watched Rhyldrin wondering when he should draw his blade and begin attacking him. "This is going to fun isn't it?" he asked, a smile still on his face. Brishen drew his blade from his side and held it with confidence. There was no way he could lose in his mind, he would win this battle and would bring back the Dark Elf's head as a trophy.