[Finally had some time to translate a bit more. Thanks again for reading through it, Cirerey
I added a few paragraphs like you suggested Sangwa. I hope it is easier to read now]
It started to rain. First it was was a fine drizzle that hardly reached through the canopy of leaves. But with the time that passes it got steadier, so that drizzle turned into a rain shower. Lelleniel kept a closer watch at the surrounding area. His ears were useless now. Jilata stopped again. The elf still kept watching the area. In the corner of his eye he saw shiver passing through her body.
He turned his attention to her. Her ears flatten completely on her head and growled slightly. She had her head turned to the left and starred at a copse. Then a few things happened at the same time.
She was hit by a bluish beam, throwing her against a tree where she dropped and lay motionless. Two arrows flew at them coming from different directions. Momentarily paralyzed by surprise one scratches Leleniels arm. Tedlin wasn't fast enough to react and got hit by the arrow in his right shoulder. He dropped his bow, which was useless now. He unsheathed his sabre and enters the copse where the arrow came from. Lelleniel left in the direction of the mage, trusting, that Blend would fight against the last attacker.
Celch smirked as the hurt Ylian approached him. That one wouldn't give him much trouble. And then he could look for that girl, which led that group here. He drew his bow, targeted the Ylian and shot. The human turned his upper body and dodged the arrow. Celch clicked his tongue angrily. Now the Ylian was too close to have an advantage with the bow. He threw it to the side and leaped with drawn daggers at the Ylian.
Pain was the first thing Jilata felt. Acute pain mainly in her head. She whimpers lowly. Bit by bit noise got into her consciousness. The sound of weapons hitting each other, the breaking of branches. Her eyelids open flittering. The area was unknown to her. Where was she? She looked around, still laying on the ground. No one close to her.
She got up and had to hold onto the tree to steady herself. She waited till the dizzy feeling went away. She stepped to steps away from the tree, before she stops again. She raised her head a bit and tried to identify the scent the wind carried. Blood was the first thing she recognized. The scent of strangers, non Enkidukai and the skent of wet fur were next. And in that mix she smelled him.
Why was he here? Or rather why was she here? She rubbed her head and tried to remember. The pain in her head increased and she whimpered again. The loud noise of a breaking branch drew her attention.
A Ylian stumbled backwards out of a copse, bleeding from more than one wound. He was slightly familiar. She had already seen him somewhere. But where? She screamed shortly when she recognized the person who followed the first one. The Clamod looked at her shocked and tried to jump between the Ylian and her. That guy reacted as fast as the menki and threw a dagger in her direction.
The gaze of the menki turned to his chest and he noticed a dagger in his chest, piercing his heart. “So this is my punishment...”, he mumbled, while he dropped to the ground. Jilata steps to his side and took his head carefully in her paws. He looks at her his eyes slowly mirthless. Two tears ran down his face. “I am so sorry, sweety. I am so sorry...”
He died and Jilata closed his eyes gently. Tears ran down her face and dropped onto the slowly fading menki. She looked to the uninvolved watching Ylian. The tears blurred her gaze as she jumped with claws and bared teeth at him. He dodged her easily and hit her on the head. Her senses faded again.
Blend made sure, that she really unconscious. He swore inwardly about the elf who didn't want her to be hurt. Lelleniel got too soft. It won't be far off, till he has to retire. Blend respected the elf. He wasn't the youngest anymore, he still had the sharpest senses of all three in the trio. His elfish blood might help him, still he had the sharpest senses of all the people he knew. Beside that he had wisdom through all the years he lived through. The brothers were nothing close to him.
Blend turned away from the Enkidukai and started to search for his brother. When he found him, he noticed that he wasn't in a better state than himself. Lelleniel was there as well. A clamod menki was tied up by some magic. The elf looked like he had the least wounds. Blend moaned slightly as he noticed what in store for them. They would have to carry the menki.
Lelleniel looked at him inquiring and nodded to the direction he came from. “I had to knock her unconscious.” The elf tilts his head and waited for an explanation. “She attacked me after I killed another clamod menki.” The eyes of the tied Enkidukai opened and he starred at Blend with hatred. Lelleniel nodded slightly. “You two look after him. I doubt he will make a lot of trouble with those wounds.” He made a few steps to the direction Blend came from, then turned around. “Show me your wounds first.”