"Hold them man!"
The guardians were in a rage.
Not having eaten for some time, they were attempting to break free of their reins and get at the meetles the Bonekiller tribe had with them.
"They'll break free of thier reins soon!" yelled Tolzo over the cresendo.
Several muds from the Dodokon tribe sensing the yrgency of the situation, were also trying to pull at the reins.
The meetles were getting very edgy, and jerked at every movment the guardians made.
The Bonekiller tribe was shouting and jeering at the Sorengo and the guardians, which was just making the guardians angrier.
They might have been able to pull them back, if it wasnt for the slig.
The Bonekiller rifleman out of impulsed fear raised his gun at the nearest guardian.
Over the tumul, Radahast roared, "Dont do it man!"
The slig fired.
A guardians hide is thick, but a rifle bullet will sink in several inches. And this one did.
The bullet landed in the guardians leg and with a sickening roar, broke the reins
"Run!" yelled Curinir.
The guardian dove at the slig. Luckily, it caught him with the side of its tush, ands sent him in an ungainly spiral into the sea.
Numemor was gone in a flash and dove over the side.
"Help! I cant swim!" yelled the slig.
With lots of kicking, splashing, and sputtering, both olg-gravv and slig were dragged onto the dock.
The guardians had calmed down, and were led away by Tolzo to the relief of all.
He was led away to sit down after the shock, and with only a water clogged "Tanks" to Numenor, was hasened to a warmer spot.
The Bonekiller chief was not happy.
"You almos' kill my rifleman!' screamed the chief" I should sleet you throat!"
WE lost control of them, they were hungry and anzious, we had no intent to hurt your tribe." sad Radaghast cooly.
"WE settle this on the ballte field leizzard!"
"Nevertheless, my scout saved your rifleman, wouldnt you have done the same?"
The sligs walked away arguing and cursing.
Radaghasts eyes narrowed.
"On the battlefield indeed slig" Radaghast thought.
He truned to the tribe members
"Krota ry! Tud tus quento!(Load up! IT is time!)
With many moans and grumbles, the cargo was loaded onto the boat.
The docksligs cut the ropes.
All along the pier, boats were departing..
Radaghast sniffed the air.
"Perfect sailing breeze" he thought.
He turned his attention to the boat of the bonekillertribe.
He could see the chief bonekiller screamingorders at the head of the boat.
"Yes, on the battlefield indeed..."
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