Elleraden, half awake already, leaped to his feet as he heard Tarranon's warning shout. He saw six large orcs closing in on the ranger, who slew one with a knife and stood ready with his sword.
Quickly aiming his loaded bow, he released the taunt string. The shaft spun past Tarranon's head and into the throat of an assailant, who dropped to the ground with a faint gurgle of death. Other company members were now fighting, shooting arrows or throwing knives. Elleraden's sword flashed out, on cue with his companions, to meet the oncoming rush of orcs.
The ranger ran the first threw with a knife, and pushed the dying creature into another orc; tripping it. Elleraden dispatched with it on the ground, and swung his head to the side; feeling the wind displacement caused by the orc scimater. The orc's charge carried him past the ranger, and Elleraden ran his sword into the fell beast's back.
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