Amon Raith

As Mornenion stood upon the ruin of Amon Raith, cleaning his knife of the black blood of orcs, he reflected on the fight within Fornost that he had, whilst the others defeated the orc leader...

Mornenion places the unconcious girl on the beam of the trebuchet. He mutters to himself in Avarin, "[A] Time to show off a few of my old skills. Let's see if I've still got it."

Mornenion draws his knife, the sound of metal rings from it and it glints in the sunset staining the encampment red. Mornenion eyes the orcs with a wicked smile and as they rush towards them; he chuckles deeply, spinning the knife in his hand as the orcs charge at him. As one gets close, raising it's crude sword high to try and strike the Avari, he suddenly strikes out his free hand and grabs the orcs wrist, twisting it back hard enough to dislocate the joint at the elbow. The orc howls in pain, Mornenion spitting at it, "[A] How do you like that? You may be descended from my people, my blood, but your corruption makes me sick." The other orc circles around the elf, jumping at him with the crude axe it wields. The Avari pushes the orc in his grip back, causing it to stumble and fall onto the wooden wheel of the other trebuchet. It holds it's dislocated arm and howls. Mornenion ducks out of the way of the axe, lunging forward with his knife, and only with elven power is able to move his body around so that his feet are in front of him, stabbing his knife into the orc's gut and cutting deeply, spilling it's guts everywhere onto the muddy ground. The other orc looks absolutely terrified at this point, seeing his friend's guts spill out in front of him. He stands there in terror as the Avari, Mornenion, rises to his full height again, smirking a lopsided smile. He saunters up to the orc, spinning the knife covering in black blood. The orc wimpers and Morenion mutters, "[A] I'll be merciful this time. I don't want to get too carried away." In a blink of a moment, Mornenion slits the orc's throat and it collapses to the ground with a gurgle. He stops, stares at the orcs, smiles even wider, and then turns around towards Fingeleth, moving to pick her up again, although the smile on his face is now gone and he looks serious.