First Blood Drawn In Angmar

Locked in blow for blow combat with the Hillman warlord, axes flying. A wolf-dog suddenly darted between his blond master's legs, teeth sinking into the crotch of Egfor's opponent and shook violently. The warlord let out a piercing, high pitched shriek a gloved hand wrapping around his throat as Egfor lifts the man into the air.

Their eyes lock, wild rage fueling each fur clad feral man. The hillman finally went limp, crumpling unconcious to the ground. Egfor wiped the blood from his face, his breath heaving. He calmed down from his berserker state and becane aware of his own injuries and the injuries of others. He subconsciously dropped his hand to rest over his armour, where underneath a small ceremonial knife was hidden, a gift from his beloved and his one beacon of hope to return home... Idhrandir is going to kill him for being injured. As long as he keeps his armour on, he will be fine, right?