He lets the arrow through the air screaming "Go warn the others!"
Zargodon stands up from behind the bushes al the while letting a volley of arrow fly toward the enemy.
Screams can be heard from all around him. He feels the rush of adrenalin pump in his veins. This is not what he expected. To his right a orc breaks through the under brush. Quickly turning around he slices at the creature. Blood spatters on his leathers. The others aren't fairing so well either, if they don't get word to the council soon they would be overrun, and the orcs would be upon the town its self. Behind the trees he can see more approaching. If they can only hold them for a few more minutes.
From his left comes a blood curling scream. Zargodon ducks just in time as the axe swipes above his head. swinging his blade from under he slashes a deep
gash through its stomach, blood spurts out he moves swiftly, turning to his next foe. Thrusting the sword through its thick neck. This can't go on for much longer. glancing over the battle field he can only see a few elves holding the incoming orcs at bay.
The sound of hove's can be heard from behind him. Zargodon rushes forward, new courage found as he knows his fellow rangers would be by them soon and the orcs will fall under their arrows. But that is only but a glimmer of hope. Much still troubles his mind.
