Novel, Retcon, 7.11

 The High Guard broke through the Kliet's thin line like an elephant–the animal juggernauts employed by the orcs. Their leader was right front and center. Nasch had seen his face before, as he fled Fuspmar. Now Nasch stood his ground, on the edge of the forest, as the High Guard general descended upon him. Krina could seem them fighting from across the field. She might have paused to take a shot, but she certainly couldn't aim while running. Even still, there was a chance she'd hit Nasch. So she ran. 

  The High Guard's general was a large man, and his graying hair suggested cunning that kept him alive rather than weakness. He swung a long, broad sword with bone-crushing power. Nasch, with his shorter sword and dagger, could barely parry the blade with both hands. He was forced to dodge it's arc and jab at the other*. Nasch did well, at first, inflicting small cuts on the enemy. Krina was no more than a dozen paces away when Nasch's luck ran out. Nasch parried the shining blade with his long sword, and lunged with his dirk. The blade struck home, in the High Guard's ribs. But then the High Guard brought his sword straight down, like an executioner's axe, overpowering Nasch. The blow was aimed for Nasch's neck, but the flat of Nasch's sword turned sideways and spread out the impact. The thunk was sickening. Nasch crumpled, and dropped his weapons.  

*[This is Nerual, although neither Nasch nor Krina would know the name at this time.] 

  Krina reached him a second too late. The High Guard general brought his sword up, like a spear to impale her, but he had no momentum to swing it. She sidestepped the slow moving blade and tried to run her sword through his neck. It caught on his chain mail, barely scratching him. She began to turn away, still at a run, to make another pass. Then High Guard did something she did not expect. He let go of his sword with one hand, still swinging it upward with the other, and slapped her. It was an open handed slap, a knuckle-cutting slap, and he was wearing steel-scaled gauntlets*. “Go Home,” He spat. “Let men fight.”
*[these are something between the gauntlets of plate armor and leather gloves, favored by Eth's heavier forces. They're basically leather gloves with small steel plates studding the backs.]
 
  The slap was more than enough to catch Krina off balance. She slipped. Not exactly fell, she told herself, just lost her balance. A moment later, the rest of the Kliet slammed into High Guard. Krina ran to Nasch first. He was still alive, and didn't appear to be dieing. That was enough for her – she rejoined the melee. 

  The High Guard's formation fell apart by degrees. The Kliet, though less orderly, fought fiercely. Krina was the fiercest of all; a lioness avenging her pride. Even so, the High Guard had the upper hand. By the time Maraesh arrived, Nasch's Kliet were all but obliterated. The High Guard didn't turn to fight the new force. They fled north, into the forest.  
  Maraesh's pursuit was half-hearted. He divided his army so some could tend to the wounded – and defend them, in case this too was a ruse. Krina was one of the perusers. She scored a few kills, but never caught sight of the High Guard general again. Although the High Guard were not destroyed, the Kliet counted this last engagement as a victory. More than a victory, because this army was the last of the Eth's invaders of Fuspmar.  
  Nasch had been hit on the side of the head with the flat of his own sword. The fleshy upper part of his ear had been severed, but the real damage was beneath the skin. The idea of a concussion would be foreign to the goblins, but it was easy to understand his brains had been jostled by the impact. He couldn't walk right, and slurred his words like a drunkard. His mind moved in similar disarray, and he had some difficulty keeping his tongue in his mouth. Nerith had been shot, but it as a flesh wound in his upper arm. His real injury was a cut across his Achilles' tendon, on the back of his leg. This had been inflicted by one of the High Guard, hiding in the tall grass, and was the reason he fell. Krina, who suffered nothing serious, had to carry them both men to an abandoned tent. Then she, and several of Nasch's Kliet, searched the field for wounded High Guard. They gave them no quarter.