The Black Steel

Arthasdir watches the woman fall to the ground, without hesitation he would raise his blade high and bring it down with a roar, aiming to behead the bitch.

Domruth stands in the middle of the circle that is in the middle of the water that is more than knee deep. Around her are the ruins and from all over one can hear chanting in a strange language. Domruth holds two curved swords and her raven black hair flow to her right but... There is no wind.

The Black Steel are in Garth Agarwen, at an area with a large, raised stone dais and surrounded by knee deep, blood red water. They have just fought a strange wight, that echoed their words and wouldn’t seem to go do despite being hit repeatedly. Yet after taking many blows at once, it exploded into many pieces.

Mornenion would have just finished running down from the ruin atop Amon Sûl. Despite the injuries he gained, he keeps moving at a running speed that is neither too slow or too fast, good for running long distances. He still has his bow in his hand, as he is pursing Domruth and those that took her so it is certain that his pursuit make take a dangerous turn. From where he is now, Mornenion can't see the figures but he remembers, and by judging on how many times he turned that brought him to this position, he assumes that they must be straight ahead of him.