The violent, bloody chaos of the battle raged on for what felt like long, drawn out, hellish hours when only ten minutes had passed. Even with fatigue setting in and many of their numbers being wounded, the rangers and mercenaries fought against the Orcs with great ferocity. Now only five Orcs remained of the original thirty that had formed their war party, though it seemed they hardly noticed and were not even phased by the fact they were about to die themselves. [color=ed1c24]"Your leaders were the first to die, and now your fellow Orcs lay slaughtered upon the ground at our feet. You will all share the same fate, for you are all nothing more than worthless pawns sharing an even more pointless existence.[/color]" As if fueled by the insult, the five remaining Orcs formed new tactics and fought as one, becoming a much more deadly and efficient enemy. They worked together and created a scene of confusion and chaos which was working surprisingly well against their enemy.

Revan had seen skills like this used before when in battle with humans, Elves and Dwarfs but this was truly a first for Orcs and their kind. Out the corner of his eye, Revan noticed that the ranger he had ordered to keep guard over the severely wounded elf was no longer by her side, he had been cut in half from one of the remaining Orcs while his guard was down. The elf was gone as well, and the ground around where the two had been was drenched in so much blood that he could not tell if she had been taken, some how ran off, or had merely vanished. A very slight feeling of responsibility came over him, as if he was to blame for what happened to the ranger and the elf. A rustle came from the trees above the remaining Orcs for only a moment, then the wounded elf appeared to Revans surprise. She fell gracefully onto one of the Orcs shoulders and ran a sword into his head. With one swift movement she broke the sword free and used the weapon in her other hand to strike at the knees of the other hostile to her right. 

The Orc fell to his knees before the elf swung both of her blades at the target and killed him with a clean decapitation. Three Orcs remained and charged directly at her giving her almost no time to react. The sword in each of her hands found its target, lodged deep in an Orc on either side of her. Only one remained now, and this last Orc found out that an arrow can fully pass through the head of one of his kind. Breathing hard and spitting out a good amount of blood onto the ground next to her, the elf returned her weapons to herself and sheathed them. Looking for someone in the group, she pushed past the last survivors of the battle who were very impressed with her and found Revan, then spoke. [color=00aeef]"You there, I require medical attention as soon as possible, I..."[/color] The elf stumbled and almost fell over though Revan had caught her in his arms and helped her stand up. The elf remained silent before finely passing out completely this time, leaving Revan to find her medical attention as soon as possible. [color=ed1c24]"I need my men to follow me back to Bree, the rest of you stay here and clean up this miss, find out what you can from the dead Orcs and report back to me at the Prancing Pony once you are all finished here, get moving."[/color] 

Revan struggled slightly but managed to place the wounded elf in front of him on his horse and then wraped an arm around her mid section, holding onto her tightly so that she would not fall during the ride back to town. while waiting patiently upon his horse for his chosen men to follow him, a cold breeze blew through the forest and wrapped itself around each and everyone left standing, as if the very land had witnessed the battle and was warning them that much more was to come.