Help is Always Given to Those Who Deserve It [Casper + Theo]
The thick, fleshy crack of injury sounded as an arrow propelled through the air straight into the skull of a snarling darkspawn. The creature's gurgling growl came to an abrupt end as its body collapsed to the ground, another following suit as the warden quickly felled his enemies one by one. It was a large horde, far bigger than he'd anticipated from the witness reports, but still he did his best to uphold his duty all on his own.
The forest echoed with the sounds of battle, birds fleeing into the sky from their treetop perches as the release of Theo's bow silenced another ghastly roar. The fiends steadily gaining on him in their numbers, he retreated with paced steps while firing off his slowly dwindling arrows. Only did panic grab hold of him once grasping for another feathered shaft only to find nothing but empty space left within the quiver at his hip.
"Shit!" The elf hissed to himself before trading his bow for both daggers at his sides, even if the odds were against him. After changing his defensive tactics to become more offensive, he charged forward and sprung from a tree root into a jump, lunging for the face of a hurlock. Though his attack hit its intended mark, three more enemies surrounded him only to be followed by more not far behind. Even if the circumstances were not quite in his favor, he still put valiant effort into every move he made, refusing to be bested just yet.