-Part Three

The blood was still dripping from his double blades as Galrondor approached the injured bandit whose right arm was missing, he had cut it during the fight earlier, Amdarath's arrow flew by the elf's face and struck another bandit. He had just appeared from behind the tree that the injured man was laying against, the brigand fell dead with a thump, next to his live friend. "Now they are all dead." exclaimed Amdarath as he nocked another arrow and pointed it at the man. "What do you know of the murdered Rangers?" sounded Galrondor's low voice, striking fead in the man's heart, yet he denied any knowledge of them.
"I know nothing!" he shouted and coughed, from the pain of the severerd arm. Galrondor took another step closer, raising his right arm, in which he held his Elvish made sword. His Elven armour and the dead bodies behind him made him seem even scarier to the man. A loud continuus whistling sounded, making Amdarath lower his head to cover his ears, one with his shoulder and the other with his hand, not laying his bow down. The sound was approaching with a tremendous speed and stopped only when an arrow made a new hole in the brigand's skull and all was quiet again.
"There's more!" cried Amdarath and turned around, pointing his arrow in the darkness. "Come out wherever you are!" he shouted in a commanding voice, turning his aim left and right, trying to see in the dark. Galrondor was standing motionless all that time, listening, "No one's there. They're too good..." he said and sheathed his blades. "The night is still young, let's move further, we have more ground to cover.". Amdarath nodded and hanged his bow to his back, put the arrow in the quiver and turned around to leave, followed by the Elf.