Chapter 11
	Asterith manages to draw to her other hand one of the brutal arrows which had been fired her way from the Garger battalion on the plain. She brings it up to stab its tip into the ear of her attacker, and gore splatters forth.
	As the mortally wounded Garger recoils in agony the other lunges down powerfully with his sword. But Asterith rolls deftly out of the blade's path and plunges the bloody arrowtip now into the leg that traps her arm. She is a Dragonclore, a daughter of kings, and not to be touched with impunity by base beings like these!
	When the Garger recoiled from being stabbed in the leg by the arrow tip, Asterith was able to recover her sword and finish him off while he reeled disorientated. Now she has snatched up her bow and aims an arrow at the last of the four creatures. The tables have turned somewhat.
	The fiend releases Kreysta and the child, and raises his hands. His eyes plead for mercy. Asterith has been steeped in the traditions of a sacred Order pledged to peace and respect for life. To use violence in all but the most desperate of situations is held a mortal sin, even against inhuman beings. To slay this now unarmed Garger would mean becoming a child of wrath.
	Asterith stays her hand and the Garger scuttles off. She next helps Kreysta to her feet and directs her away from this place, towards what should be a safer road leading from the vale of menace to a place where she and her child can await the other two- should they survive to follow. Kreysta fears that Asterith may have been mistaken to spare the Garger. She glances back to the ridge and sees, sure enough, that the perfidious being has returned. He snatches up the spear that had lain across his fallen comrade, ready to send it flying down at them.