[Mn`dharrowrynn]

"No! Let him go---!" Her words tore free from ragged depths, summoned up from the bottom of a never ending wellspring of emotions. Through gritted teeth and whitened knuckles clenched 'round her blade, she bade the moment its soft sorrow of dusk and watched with a panoramic stare as the last human comrade traveling with them fell. Silence cocooned her in a shrine of moments; instances of life that raced before her whilst she gazed into the reality of oblivion. Perhaps the orcs could have never known that this was the first time Mn`dharrowrynn had seen combat; had shared loss and been quickly forced to make a decision. Maybe they expected nothing.
She would give them everything she had. Their words evaporated in the crisp thunder of hooves. Edging her beast on, she stampeded to a roaring charge-- elven steel blade catching the glint of elements-- hungry for the ancient foe.
"He did nothing to you!"
The horse had begun to bear down upon the group of orcs. Clenched to the saddle, her left shoulder tilted, body angled to make of herself a narrow target for advance archers, riding fast to out-angle the sharp-shooters whilst hugging the mountain wall for cover and to brace from being forced off the edge.
"You should not have done that!"
Her words came as simple as the wind, owned to an eldritch past that neither feared the passage of time nor sought the fires of dynamics to circumvent the smooth wandering of the years. She came forth as she was, and as she had promised to be; even if the moment of short talks with those travelers, laughter by the fireside, and the sharing of meals all amounted to this. Mn`dharrowrynn was grateful just for those few tokens, and in that complete understanding it had made her swing for the first orc's head that much more genuine and sincere. The loss, so rapid and visceral, stealing life as if it were worth nothing, and so little to care-- these orcs had tresspassed, and her spirit would not let her side-step this first contact; could not deny her a people's oath to live and love in this space. She was elf.
What creature could demand such a sacrifice as this?! Swing true, she prayed, leveling her blade from a high-arcing right, down and hard like a swooping windmill as she and her windstepper mount thundered into (and with all intents-- right through) the group of orcs with blade fanning death to those that closed proximity.