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Seeing the terribly OP armies marching against his all too realistic forces and the King himself wavering, Arahael joined Alathor in his tent beside the battlefield. "Be not distraught by one failed onset, your majesty, for the power of Numenor shall not vane! This token will give you strength." And from his beringed hands he took one ring set with a sapphire and gave it to the King. Then he stepped outside again and turned to the enemy.

Arahael raised both arms, and his many rings made his hands glitter and burn in the sunlight like two firy eyes. On both sides of the plain, rangers started puring thousands of gallons of burning oil onto the plains, and the soldiers were stricken with madness. But Arahael shouted: "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass!"

And on the field, foe and friend alike answered in many dying cries of pain as the flaming oil consumed them.