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__ I take a deep breath, the smell of the earth enhanced by the rain fills my nostrils and invigorates me.  The sound of the leaves in the wind and the animals in the distance sharpen my senses as my mind becomes one with them.  My clouded leopard, White Eyes, purrs as she lies curled next to me, sharing my warmth and my peace.  This is the average scene of my meditation as long as you cut out the raining, that was a deviation from the norm, but I enjoy it anyways.

__ As my mind drifts back to my body, I realized White Eyes wasn't purring and I immediately became alert.  My ever watchful guardian's fur was up on end and her growl permeated the clearing where we sat.  I heard footsteps behind me as I stood up.  An orc twice my size came from behind and I barely had enough time to step back and parry the blow from his battle axe.  .  An arrow passed by my head during my parrying and I signaled to White Eyes to attack the archer as I continued to parry and dodge the blows from the orc's axe, slowly shuffling backwards.  I waited for my opportunity, I waited for him to make a mistake, it never came.  A second arrow came and struck me in the foot and pinned me to the ground, almost as if this was a plan for my demise.  All alone, without my trusted companion my only hope was to raise my scimitar to block and get a lucky blow and finish him off.  His axe swung, the power from the swing had knocked my weapon out of my hands.  I was hopeless.

__ The orc raised his axe and I prepared to die right there, the orc's battle axe poised to take my life as he spoke to me in a skewed version of the common language, due to his tusks,  "Any last words, half elf?"  He spat those last two words out with hatred and his spittle landed on my face as he licked his lips.  I swore as I tried to remove the arrow from my foot as he prepared to take my life.  He laughed at my last word, as if its what all his victims say before he rid them of their heads.  Then, out of nowhere, I watched as if life moved in slow motion.  An arrow flew by and struck him in the shoulder blade.  It must have hit a nerve, because his arm went limp and dropped his battleaxe as he fell backwards.  I finally removed the arrow from my foot and casted a healing with my other hand.

__ In one swift motion, I retrieved my scimitar, took out my dagger, leaped forward and slashed at him.  My scimitar painted his chest red with blood, and my dagger plunged through his skin like butter.  He seemed unimpressed, even though his blood was drenching the earth.  He stepped forward, took the dagger out of his chest, and threw it at me, missing his target due to my reflexes.  He then charged at me but I was ready.  The first blow was a feigned punch to hit me in the face; instead, he kicked me in the gut.  Since his other arm lay limp, I saw the next blow coming and rolled out of the way in the nick of time. I lunged as he stared to turn and run away, but my scimitar met its mark.  "It's finally over" I thought, as I started rummaging through his body.  A sickly smell ruined the sweet air and I started to wretch as I searched the fallen corpse.  I found was the source of the wretched smell, heads of the orc's previous victims, but I also found a crudely drawn map with hastily drawn directions written on the back.  I inspected it no further so I could distance myself from the smell of the disgusting orc and his prizes, retrieving my dagger as I left.

Description
__ I take a deep breath, the smell of the earth enhanced by the rain fills my nostrils and invigorates me.  The sound of the leaves in the wind and the animals in the distance sharpen my senses as my mind becomes one with them.  My clouded leopard, White Eyes, purrs as she lies curled next to me, sharing my warmth and my peace.  This is the average scene of my meditation as long as you cut out the raining, that was a deviation from the norm, but I enjoy it anyways.

__ As my mind drifts back to my body, I realized White Eyes wasn't purring and I immediately became alert.  My ever watchful guardian's fur was up on end and her growl permeated the clearing where we sat.  I heard footsteps behind me as I stood up.  An orc twice my size came from behind and I barely had enough time to step back and parry the blow from his battle axe.  .  An arrow passed by my head during my parrying and I signaled to White Eyes to attack the archer as I continued to parry and dodge the blows from the orc's axe, slowly shuffling backwards.  I waited for my opportunity, I waited for him to make a mistake, it never came.  A second arrow came and struck me in the foot and pinned me to the ground, almost as if this was a plan for my demise.  All alone, without my trusted companion my only hope was to raise my scimitar to block and get a lucky blow and finish him off.  His axe swung, the power from the swing had knocked my weapon out of my hands.  I was hopeless.

__ The orc raised his axe and I prepared to die right there, the orc's battle axe poised to take my life as he spoke to me in a skewed version of the common language, due to his tusks,  "Any last words, half elf?"  He spat those last two words out with hatred and his spittle landed on my face as he licked his lips.  I swore as I tried to remove the arrow from my foot as he prepared to take my life.  He laughed at my last word, as if its what all his victims say before he rid them of their heads.  Then, out of nowhere, I watched as if life moved in slow motion.  An arrow flew by and struck him in the shoulder blade.  It must have hit a nerve, because his arm went limp and dropped his battleaxe as he fell backwards.  I finally removed the arrow from my foot and casted a healing with my other hand.

__ In one swift motion, I retrieved my scimitar, took out my dagger, leaped forward and slashed at him.  My scimitar painted his chest red with blood, and my dagger plunged through his skin like butter.  He seemed unimpressed, even though his blood was drenching the earth.  He stepped forward, took the dagger out of his chest, and threw it at me, missing his target due to my reflexes.  He then charged at me but I was ready.  The first blow was a feigned punch to hit me in the face; instead, he kicked me in the gut.  Since his other arm lay limp, I saw the next blow coming and rolled out of the way in the nick of time. I lunged as he stared to turn and run away, but my scimitar met its mark.  "It's finally over" I thought, as I started rummaging through his body.  A sickly smell ruined the sweet air and I started to wretch as I searched the fallen corpse.  I found was the source of the wretched smell, heads of the orc's previous victims, but I also found a crudely drawn map with hastily drawn directions written on the back.  I inspected it no further so I could distance myself from the smell of the disgusting orc and his prizes, retrieving my dagger as I left.