Lorin's eyes widened in anger as Talin yeleld at her. "Oh, okay," she said, her anger barely restrained in her voice. "If that's how you see it, fine! But first of all, I knew exactly where that dagger was th whole time, I wasn't about to get stabbed."
Lorin was still ranting when Talin took off. She stood there for a second, surprised, but then took off after the man. Soon they reached the mercenaries camp, and then Talin started killing them.
"Stop!" Lorin screamed, and she rushed to stop Talin, but more mercenaries came, and she had to fight them to stay alive herself. "Stop!" Her tears were falling. She fought as hard as she could, cutting them down to try to get to Talin. She did not want to kill them, any of them, but she knew that if she were to get to Talin, she would have to kill some to save the rest.
But she wasn't fast enough.
She couldn't get to Talin, and within the hour they were all dead.
Lorin dry heaved from the horror of it all, tears streaming down her face. Not the blood, not the gore, but the fact that two hundred men had just been murdered, and she could have done nothing to stop it.
The elf ran over to Talin, who had fallen to his knees, and she grabbed his sword, wrenching it from his grasp and throwing it away.
She crouched in front of Talin and took his shoulders, shaking him. "I don't care what state you're in," she said, her eyes flashing with all kids of different emotions, from anger to confusion to fear, "but you are going to tell me, right now, what the hell just happened and why."
Her voice was shaking with barely suppressed emotions, but she stared Talin in the eyes, not looking away as her own eyes burned with anger.