[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Roryn ducked as the arrows flew his way from the raiders. "Bastards!" he thought, "they couldn't care less about anyone else except me and Atharen." Straigtening up he fired another arrow, the bodkin head ripping straight through a bandit's throat, he toppled to the floor. One ran screaming at him, he dropped to one knee and rolled, evading the wild swipe of the heavy cudgel. Rolling to his feet he hit the man around the head with his clenched fist, and while he was reeling booted him to the ground. Looking over he saw Atharen fighting two of them. He sent an arrow through one of their chests. Atharen looked at him momentarily and nodded his thanks, Royn nodded back.

"Retreat!" Roryn cried,
"Flee! I will follow if I can!" shouted Del.

Roryn grabbed Ferethor by the shoulders and tried to pull him back, but he stood firm and shook him off. Muttering, Roryn sent a last arrow into a raiders chest before disappearing into the trees. Ferethor looked back and cried out when he saw Roryn had gone. "You coward!" a white fletched arrow whistled past his neck and slammed into the neck of a horse that was charging Ferethor, the horse buckled, tipping its rider off. As Ferethor looked at it he saw the Rider had a broken neck.

Looking up he saw Roryn in a tree with his bow drawn, he took a second to note how well he blended into the background before hacking down another raider. "There are more coming!" shouted Roryn, "Lots more! Get out of there while you can, I have no wish to tell Maen that you are all dead!"...