The Last Ring-bearer - Kirill Yeskov [25]
In a short while it became obvious that Tangorn was winning. Although his sword was a good three inches shorter, he managed to pink his opponent twice, in the right arm and above the knee. It is known that the Elves do not handle blood loss well, and Eloar's thrusts were losing their swift precision with every moment; the baron crowded him, calmly waiting for the right moment for the decisive blow, when something inexplicable happened. The Elvish blade suddenly wavered and pointed aside, opening up Eloar's trunk, and, lightningfast, the Gondorian's blade immediately struck him in the lower chest. Haladdin swallowed involuntarily, expecting the blade to come out of the Elf's back steaming with blood – no mail could have stopped that thrust, let alone leather armor. But Tangorn's blade bounced off the leather as if it was enchanted, and the Elf, who clearly expected just that, grabbed his sword with both hands and immediately delivered a terrible hacking top-down blow. The baron could neither evade nor parry. He only had time to drop to one knee and catch Eloar's sword with his – 'point against point;' shoddy Eastern steel shattered like glass, and the Elvish blade went into his thigh by almost a third. Tangorn managed to roll away from the next, pinning blow, but the Elf caught up with him in one stride and… And that was when Haladdin, figuring that he had nothing to wait for any more, let fly.
Later he realized that he had performed an impossible feat. The doctor had never been a good shot with a bow, and knew nothing of running shots, especially at a moving target, and especially since Tzerlag and the two Easterlings he was fighting were between him and Eloar. But the fact remains: he had shot without aiming and his arrow hit Eloar right in the eye, so that the Elf died, as the saying goes, "before his body hit the ground."
Chapter 12
The fire was almost out by then, but the fight went on in the dark. Both Easterlings kept attacking Tzerlag non-stop; twice did Haladdin fire on them when they broke off for a moment, and twice – for shame! – he missed. Finally the lame Easterling let another thrust through; dropping the sword, he fell down to his knees and crawled away, dragging the wounded leg and moaning. Haladdin almost let him go – plenty more to deal with – but was lucky enough to notice that the man had crawled up to one of the packs and has already fished out a bow; reaching into his own quiver, he found only one arrow and shivered. They both aimed at once, but the doctor's nerves failed and he let fly and jumped sideways, hearing the deadly hiss pass a foot and a half left of his stomach. The Easterling was less lucky: after his shot he could not evade and was now lying flat on his back with Haladdin's arrow under the collarbone. Meanwhile Tzerlag managed to trick his opponent into opening up and struck him in the neck; the Orocuen's face was now covered with sticky droplets, and his arm was fairly dripping. So, is that all of them? Victory, dammit…
Haladdin lost no time throwing more wood into the fire; then he sat so as not to block the light and cut open Tangorn's sticky pant leg with a single practiced movement. There was quite a lot of blood, but not too much for such a deep wound. At least the main thigh artery is intact; thank the One that Elvish swords are so narrow, like a third of the Easterling width. All right, a tourniquet… now a tampon… The sergeant went around the campsite, finished off the two Easterlings that showed signs of life, and crouched beside the field medic.
"Whaddya say, doctor?"
"Well, could've been worse. The bone is intact, so are most sinews, as far as I can see, as are the main blood vessels. Hand me that rag."
"Here you go. Can he walk?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Then," the sergeant got up wearily and for some reason carefully shook the sand from his knees, "it's all over, guys. Two of them got away, and there's no sense in chasing them in this dark. They'll make that highway outpost before dawn, there's no way they can get lost – just hurry north along