The Patrol: Part Three
They were halfway across the valley when the ambush hit. Orcs, camouflaged with the pelts of the white wolves native to the region sprung up from the snow drifts Ty had an uneasy feeling about. One raised a war horn to his lip and blew a long note. More orcs appeared on their worgs on the crest of the opposite hill, swarming down onto the small scouting party.
Swearing, Ty began sending arrow after arrow into the enemy, knowing they were severely outnumbered. He saw his companions trying to form some kind of defensive ring, but the numbers of the orcs disrupted any coordination. He heard Silas screaming out commands, disjointed and terrified commands.
An orc rode up to him, swinging an axe at him, too close to fire an aroow, Ty swiftly ducked the blow and jabbed the enemy in the gut with his bow. The orc swung a reverse stroke, luckily hitting Ty with the flat of the blade. but it was hard enough to send him spilling off of shango's back to the ground. Scrambling to his feet, he plucked another arrow from his quiver and shot the orc's worg in the eye.
The beast reared in agony, tossing it's rider to the ground. Shango was upon the orc in an instant tearing out his throat with his fangs. More enemies swarmed in, Ty dropped his bow snatching his sword and dagger from their sheathes. He battled defensively, against two orcs, backpedaling the entire time.
" Tyverus! Down!" a bellowing cry sounded behind him. Ty dropped to one knee, as a large hammer whistled in an arc above his head. Redhorn's weapon smashed into the orcs sending them both flying in broken heaps.
"Thanks!" Ty called, standing back to back with the tauren. They battled fiercely against the odds, felling what enemies that came against them. But the numbers only seemed to grow.
Ty heard Redhorn give a grunt of pain, and stumble back against him. Ty was forced to move to avoid the tauren from falling on him. He glanced back to see him on his back, a sword sticking out of his gut.
" No.." the ranger growled, strtaddling his friend, to try and keep the enemy from doing worse to him. " BEEZY!!!" he yelled for the shaman, as he knocked mor blades aside, constanlty turning to keep from being struck from behind.
This went on for several long moments, several small wounds being accumulated, then slowly the orcs pulled back very slightly. Ty stood over Redhorn, panting in exhaustion. He looked around.
Redhorn was dead, his wound bleeding out. He saw several of thew other forced to their knees, Beezy among them. Disarmed and bound. One rather vicious looking orc strode up, a spear in his hand. Topping the weapon was Silas' head.
"Surrender!" the orc growled at him. Ty looked around again, everyone was down in some form or fashion. there was even no sign of Shango. He looked back at the orc, seeing the promise of a very painful death if he did not comply. With a curse he flung down his weapons.
The orc grinned wickedly. A sudden explosion of pain himm Ty from behind, knocking him down followed by several more brutal blows. He tried to struggle back to his feet, but was met with more hits. finally he collapsed, giving over to darkness.