The rest of the group just watched as Caim raced away towards the battle. Screams of the dying, both human and orc, could be heard plainly.
“This is folly, but I’ll be damned if I let him kill more than me!” Emerick yelled and leapt after him.
The rest hesitated for a moment, and then Vlad brandished his rapier. “Come on, what are we waiting for?” he said. “Let’s go kill us some orcs!” The group roared in agreement, unsheathing their weapons.
The group broke through the cover of the trees a few moments later, and what they saw was unnerving. A scorched earth, barren save for the scores of broken bodies and equipment strewn about. And yet many still lived. Across the battlefield stood what was left of the large fort, held by a pitiful few group of humans. On the ground before the fort came several dozen orcs… and an ogre. Human archers were attempting to harry the orcs, but it was useless. The orcs had taken cover behind several upended wagons, flighting their own arrows in return. The ogre roared and pounded against the door. By the look of things, the defenders had little time before the door would break and the fort would be flooded with the foul beasts.
“By the Gods…” Elkas gulped, staring at the ogre. “Never in my days would I have thought to see one of those.” He would have dropped his sword had Derek not placed his hand on it.
“Pull yourself together,” Derek said strongly. “Everyone, we need a plan.”
“Way ahead of you,” Vlad replied. “Everyone who’s got a bow; string it. Now.” He pulled his shortbow from his back and notched an arrow. “Everyone else, move up while we provide cover for you. We need to let our friends in the fort know we’ve come to help.”
Derek nodded. “Right. Elkas, Gali, Caim; you’re with me. Arily and Emerick; follow Vlad and hit them directly in their rear. If we do this right, hitting them from two sides should confuse them long enough for the defenders to regroup.”
“Not a bad plan,” Emerick said. “If we don’t die, they ought to write a song about this.”