The singing edge of the sword leading into the flesh sung, but not before the lance of men turned tail and fled. The cloaked huntsman, with his foe dropping before him and sword leading toward the now bloodied grass, let free the handle of the great blade and allowed it to fall to rest in the thick green carpet. There was no time to delay as their enemy broke into a full on run, abandoning their allies and their arms in the process. Bounding through the grass again and drawing up the bow, the man followed the trail for a tense few moments before an arrow sailed past him, hitting the nearer of the two targets.

He slid to a halt and snapped up his own bow, loosing an arrow at the same victim with a reactionary shot. It was far from the methodical, thoughtful, hunting shot it would regularly have been, but there was no time to be wasted in the heat of battle. Both orc and bear were preoccupied and from the corner of the man's fierce stare, it was clear the scaled vermin were making their break as well. He could not fault such pathetic creatures for their cowardice, but the retreat of the ill hearted men was more a surprise; they willingly abandoned their own to whatever fate was to come.

Shooting a glance across the shoulder, he knocked another arrow after, noticing the last man standing in a muscled brawl with the half-blood savage. As far as he could be concerned, that was handled. Now only to see if they could finish off another enemy, even at this distance. It was not to be unmerciful, but to instead be certain their enemy was quite dead rather than left to wander in injury toward a long death.

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