Egfor hit the ground with a loud thunk, wincing as he heard his arrows cracking in the quiver under his weight. He didn't hesitate. He had no time. He pushes himself up, shooting a glare at his traitorous stallion destrier that threw him for amusement at the worst time. He found one arrow that was not broken. He fired it at one of the black cloaked men and then cast his bow aside. It was useless without arrows. He drew his sword and picked up a log of pine that was near his feet. He charged into the fray to assist Gheomaer who was surrounded by orcs. Egfor uttered no battle cry, remainig silent as he fought with sword and pine buckler.