Turgur pulled the reins softly. 'Hoo there, my friend...' The horse shakes his head up and down a few times, eager to take a break. They had been riding for several days now, and now passed through the Gap of Rohan. Enjoying the beautiful green nature around him, Turgur dismounts his steed slowly. Yet there was one thing that rose his suspicion... 'You hear that, my friend?' he spoke while patting his horse on the neck softly. The beast doesn't look up from his meal of sweet grass. 'Indeed... It's far too quiet here...' Slowly, he brings his hand to his swordhilt, scanning the area for any troubles...
'Yahaaar!' Surprised by the sudden roar, Turgur turns around quickly, drawing his sword in the meantime. Three Easterlings jumped out of the bushes and charged him! The first one swinged his blade up and brought it down again, in a cut aimed at his head. Being to close to the young Easterling, Turgur had no time to raise his drawn sword to parry the attack. With a dim sound, the blade hit his helmet, but luckily for him, it lacked in strength, so that the blade only battered his helm, giving him nothing more than a mere fleshwound. Not feeling the pain of the blow through the adrenaline and his surprisement, he quickly steps closer to his enemy, grabbing the young man's right arm to block him, while stabbing his own blade forward at his opponent's throat. Withdrawing his sword out of the wound with ease, he overcomes the last surprisement of the ambush and faces his second opponent, again a young man, armed with a sword and shield. But where was the third one? Much time to think wasn't given, since his enemy recoverd from the death of his comrade. Shouting out loud, his opponent dashes forward, lowering his shield in anger. Turgur awaits the Easterling and steps to his left side on the last moment, dodging the stab of his enemy in a way only seasoned warriors can. Turgur would send his own blade after his enemy, in an attempt to split the man's skull with an downward blow. But on the moment his blade would strike the man, he feels a stinging pain coming from the left side of his hip. Looking to his left, he sees his third attacker holding a spear that is sticking out of his hip. Growling, he grabs the pole-arm with his left hand to block the Easterling his movement, and swings his sword at him, aiming for the man's chest. His opponent didn't expect this attack, and is too late to evade it... Turgur's blade cuts throught his opponents clothes and flesh like a sharp knife through butter, only to hear the body slamming on the ground the next moment... Breathing heavily, Turgur turns around again to face his former opponent again, who is crawling away in panic, with a heavily bleeding headwound. With nothing but anger and hate glimmering in his eyes, he steps towards this now unarmed and terrified young man, raising his blade as he does so.
Growling softly, Turgur mounts his horse again. He looks at the tended wound on his side to inspect the hastily applied bandage, to see if it's still on the right place. 'You know, my good steed, I was quite lucky... Should I not have worn my armour, and should my enemy have used a sharper spear, I would be the one laying dead on the ground now... But come, we've spilled too much time already. Lady Alkawen awaits us.' Not even glancing one more time at the three dead bodies, he spurs his horse and continues his journey back to the Bree-lands...
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'Now what in the name of Tulkas may that be?' He narrows his eyes and finally recognises a large column of dark smoke. 'It comes from the direction of our headquarters!' he shouts out surprised. 'Come on, my friend! We're nearly there!' Spurring his horse once again, he nearly flies over the stone-paved way that crosses the Lone Lands. He could already see the hills marking the border with the Bree-lands, but suddenly, a big, dark spot on the road ahead draws his attention. He hears the soft screams, to warn the other members of the group. Suddenly, a quick glimmer of light shining on metal blinds his eyes. 'Oh great, even more trouble! Well, those bloody orcs shall know how it feels to face a Tilogorn!' His voice filled with anger, he draws his heavy yet perfectly balanced cavalry sword and he raises himself to his full length of 6.4 feet, resting his sword on his shoulder. The dots on the road quickly come closer, and finally he can recognize a small band of about ten orcs blocking the road... Without hesitating, Turgur spurs his horse even more to reach topspeed, as it is not his intention to stay here and fight his enemies. On the final moment, he raises his sword high up and shouts out his battlecry: 'Tilogorn!' The following moment, his horse clashes against an orc, trampling his unlucky opponent underneath its hooves. On that same moment, he swings his blade down, cutting through the orc's defence and slicing him open from his right shoulder to the middle of his belly. Being overwhelmed by the force of Turgur's attack, the orcs jump away from him and his steed, opening the path which he follows without hesitating... The road to the Order's headquarters now lays free...
