Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20150618215255/@comment-26210095-20150621190406

Tar-Vëantur was tired, but he kept fighting. He had to give a grudging respect for the Sinyatani, for they were also men in which the blood on Numenor runs true. For the most part, it was a stalemate,with neither side taking an advantage of the other. The losses on both sides were great, but inch by inch, very slowly, the Umbarans were gaining ground. As he dueled with Her-Envinyatar, both swords, seemed to be on fire, and they were as of yet equal, so nth at little blood had het been spilt. To all onlookers they looked like mighty lords out of the ancient days, for on one side was the mighty king Her-Envinyatar, with his legions of light behind him, and the great lord Tar-Vëantur, with his helm of darkness,and what seemed to the gondorians as an army come from hell. The sight of Tar-Vëantur invigorated all of his men, and they kept fighting. The standard of the Black Numenoreans, Black Raven upon Turquoise sea, filled the Umbaran legions with pride. Seeing that both of them were equal, and none could gain the mastery of the other, Tar-Vëantur gave his last, and stabbed Her-Envinyatar with his mighty sword Anaruth. It was not fatal, but it hurt very badly.