The battle roared around them as this new group of enemies surged forward like a wave. An arrow whizzed by Rannon's ear, sending small hairs on his head swaying. He didn't have time to think on such a close call as the Darkspawn advanced. Thankfully every other arrow was launched wide above the melee to come streaking down, cutting into the closing ranks of creatures. 

He desperately wanted to charge forward, but he held his ground behind the fresh corpses of his foes, using them as a small obstacle to step over and trip up. He snapped his fingers for Gideon to step back, and his closest friend complied, panting as he trotted back. Rannon took a stance, calming his fury and keeping his sword out and level. Of course the Darkspawn fell for the small, basic strategy. Some bumped into each other and a few more fell to their knees. One did a running leap and impaled itself on Rannon's 
outstretched and ready sword. He let the corpse slide down his blade, before dropping the sword point at the ground and kicking the body off. He'd need to clean the steel of the sword afterwards. If he lived, of course. 

He looked to his left and right, at the Dwarf, and the Mabari of the same size on all fours. Nicollete was a small wisp of a thing, but he believed he caught her cloak swaying. Behind him he heard the wall advancing forward as well, and it bolstered his resolve and tired body. They began their bloody work, hacking down at the tripped foes before wading past them, Rannon at the fore, his tall form and huge sword in the air a fine rallying point.

They crashed into the Genlock Alphas with a clash of steel and the screams of the dying. Rannon cut down a Genlock Alpha through the pandemonium of combat, and suddenly felt a hot slash on his face. Through sheer instinct, he stabbed towards the pain and saw a Hurlock screech and fall dead. He couldn't take his hand off his sword and touch his face during the melee, but he felt hot blood running down his chin. A gleam of silver caused him to duck, and one wicked scimitar sliced over his head to bump into a Warden's shield. Rannon, still crouched from the move, unsheathed his long knife. He dropped his sword, and punched the Darkspawn in the stomach, doubling it over. He finished it off with a Knife to the thing's throat. They were getting too close, he realized. His sword was too big in such closed ranks to be effective.

In the din of battle he heard Gideon's baying. And it took a minute before the Darkspawn had been wittled down enough for him to draw his two hander again. He found Gideon ravaging the corpse of a Hurlock Alpha, a long and sloping gash along his hindquarters, but otherwise he was alright.