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(Hey dont be like that. I was perplexed how a bear man could use magic and said magic had no effect on people near him. How you rend and tear the forces of evil is completely different.)

With the beast of a man fallen the men of near and far harad came crashing down further onto the Gondor fighting force as they attempted to flee. The heavy calvary plowed though their foes with unfaltering might. Probably the only thing that could stop them from total defeat would be if reinforcements came. wink wink

Ranu stopped at the gate. His head span terribly as he slipped to a halt, hand gripping the heavy door. His breathing was ragged as he struggled to control it. The wolf had got away ages ago and now the man could do nothing. Ranu staggered back from the gate, resting against the statue in the entrance.

Elros slumped against a nearby wall, watching as his fellow troops attempted to retreat, but were slaughtered by the harad forces.
He reached into his cloak and pulled out his horn, blowing into it with all his breath, signaling the capital and all her men. All the harad around Elros looked to him and ran away in panick, for whenever the horn of gondor is blown, fear strikes the enimy.

Elros heaved a limp soldier to his feet and helped him onto his horse, heading it towards the white city. He whipped around and cleanly killed the last Harad in his reach and pulling free his sword, he turned and sprinted off to Minas Tirith, blowing the horn again as he ran, rallying more of the Gondorian forces, and swiping the fear from them, sending it to his enimy.

Elros grabbed the reigns of a nearby horse, he hopped on and took one last look at the fallen city. He could hear shots from both sides, "Its the horn! It the horn of gondor!" one soldier cried while a Harad dropped to his knees and yelled "The horn has been blown, we will die for sure!"
Elros laughed and rode as fast as he could, gaining the lead afront the reatreating forces.
"Onward to Minas Tirith!!" They reached the gates and charged into the city.

Ranu looked up as horses entered. He let a thin smile cross his face at the sight of a Dunedain. There would be plenty of fun with at least two of them, Ranu being the other. His joy dropped as he regarded Hrorik before him. He pointed at two guards, who reached for him. "They will escort him to the medical wing, master Amaroq. If they fail him, I will see to it they are given to you for your.. Pleasure. Upon that note, I must make myself known to the lord Denethor." He touched his forefinger and middle to his forehead, walking from the wolf. His first destination was, in fact, to find the lady elf. His legs shook faintly ever so often but his stubbornness seemed to drive the poisons effects away.

Elrothiel watched silently from the wall as then men returned. Osgiliath has fallen then. The last buffer between Mordor and Minas Tirith broken. The attack will come soon. She sighed, looking beyond the returning stragglers towards what was left of Osgiliath. They had lost a huge number of men in the battle, and couldn't spare them, whereas Sauron had a seemingly endless supply of fighters. The future looked bleak.