𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

This is getting to be too brutal. We've lost a great deal of numbers. As I swing my sword, my pulse increases. The fighting is only getting worse. In the eve of the bitter night, I do not feel cold. I feel a burning hot fire arising in me. I feel sweaty yet still strong.

Then something explodes. Some kind of cannon ball. It explodes the gate. I get thrown down the wall. Sounds muddle with each other. The storm goes quiet but only briefly. I wake up slowly. They flood in the hole in the wall. 

"Aragorn!" Gimli yells. 

He jumps into the flood of Uruk-Hai. I get up. I slice into another one. Bodies were everywhere. Bodies of elves, men, and Uruk-Hai. This isn't going well. Gimli can't fight all of those by himself. I charge into the fire. Legolas surfs down on a shield. How does he do it? 

"Retreat!" I yell.

Two elves grab Gimli. We can't do this. We can't fight them on all fronts. We have to run. We have to retreat. It's the safest bet. 

"Argh. Let me go!" Gimli yells.

I realize Hadir had been stabbed. I run over but he falls dead in my arms. Dammit. I lay him on the ground.

"Retreat!" I yell.