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While Sargom, Felnor and a few others loyal to her rode off into the distance, fleeing the puggers, the elves followed the instructions carefully and swiftly. Rushing down to the trees and firing a hailstorm of arrows at the puggers. Though all of them were hit, a few were coughing up blood and most were left nearly dead. A number of the puggers seemingly displayed traces of corruption. Though it was a blue ocean of firey skin surrounding them, not merely the black lightning. 

“There!” Sargom yelled.  “…corruption!”

The puggers lighted up in blazing flames, consuming the arrows shot at them. 

Crawling swiftly past the carts, one of them scorched over the first cart and a mineralised tree froze over the remains, holding the suffering expressions on the faces of the fallen. The dreaded looks on their faces made them into a rather terrifying sculpture. 

A few more than a handful of puggers now stared down the elves as the flames started to consume more of the very dust they crawled over. Verily, if arrows could not harm the low priority beasts, what would?

Kor ran and circled left, distracting a few of the puggers. In the puggers crawl, they mixed and their agressive protective layer turned into a cycle-tornado of larger property following him. The distance between him and the puggers closing in. His breathing became snorting. Would something save this poor boy breathing till death?