Helartha finds out she's cursed!

For a moment Helartha was scared. Two orcs loomed over her, hulking males with viscous looking weapons. Then, her naive self assurance kicked in. She was a trained elven warrior, she could easily defeat two dimwit orcs!

Helartha vaulted up, drawing her twin daggers.

"Come on!" She said, with brazen confidence that gave the orcs pause.

"Should we wait for reinforcements?" The orc with a mace asked.

"No, remember the enchantment the master casted." The axe orc reminded him. "All elves are cursed with bad luck against us!"

Helartha heard this, and realized that this bad luck curse must have been why her concealment was lost, and why she fell from the tree just now. Still, she was not that worried. At least, not as worried as she should be...

The orcs, now reassured, moved in on Helartha. Helartha braced herself, dark hair flowing, gritting her teeth as she prepared to fight...