The elves had done it. They’d held their own. The attacking Orga was a rather small attack force; at least it was for this side. The total populace of the Orga in Lorinea was only about 500, this was small for attacks, but large for raids. In the distance, there were howls of wolves, many, many wolves, and then, just moments later, these wolves mad their presence even more known. A flood of fur broke the tree line, and rushed the large purple beings, and yet, still more howls echoed through the forests surround the city of Lorinea. This fur however, did not only belong to wolves, but also, the minotaur who’d saved the elven ranger earlier that day. He charged into the fray, teeth bore as much as the wolves who used theirs to tear flesh from bone. The next flurry of events happened very quickly. An Orga came up behind a pair of rangers, the first one, on the left, was quickly chopped to bits, and the blade of the second was dropped. Just as the blade of the Orga’s axe was to pierce the being of the second Ranger, he stopped moving, and fell backward. The Ranger muttered thanks to Gaea. And scampered over to the corpse to see what had happened. The Orga was leaking the thick blue liquid known as blood, from a hole which was clean, narrow, and through the centre of its forehead. The Ranger looked toward the woods to see the bowman, there was none, and then looked the other way, and saw a bodkin sticking out of the wall, plunged nearly halfway up the shaft of the arrow. Upon looking back to the woods, there was in fact a bowman, a centaurian, standing with his longbow upright, another arrow knocked. He loosed, and the bodkin flew in the Ranger’s direction. The elf twinged, but the arrow never landed, he turned around to see where the arrow did end up, only to find it in the wall, another dead Orga lying behind him. The young male ranger then looked toward the bowman, who raised his offhand, two fingers extended. The ranger read his lips… “That’s twice now elf.” And then the centaurian trotted away, knocking another arrow, and loosing another bodkin through the head of an Orga soldier.