Oryx stood by Desalith and Celeste, deflecting arrows left and right with his blade and his shield. The little goblins knew their way around a bow, but the Vanguard had years of dealing with Undead archers under his belt.

"Do you need some assistance friend?," the skeleton asked as smashed his shield against an incoming arrow and and snapped the projectile in half. The wizard was not in the best condition, but a full healing would take time none of them had. It felt just like the good old time.