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Verza felt odd. Odder than usual, odder than travelling with the shade even. Verza looked around. He heard some mummering form the group and then arrows began to fly and he heard the harsh crys of orc scouts. They were surrounded and verza saw that it was quite the ambush... For orcs.

"Gunvald!, Hallvard!, Golin!, Valinor! Make a perimeter!" Verza yelled. He hoped they would have enough sense to make a square around him and the others. "Everyone else get behing them! Pick them off with whatever you have!" Verza yelled. He then looked at the men he had called to the front lines. "Gunvald!, Hallvard!, Golin!, Valinor! Keep their attention on you, make them angry. We can handle the killing!" Verza called to them setting up his plan.

"Everyone els..." Verza was cut of as an arrow caught in his leasther and studded steel armor. The head had hit a stud and glanced off leaving a cut in his armor. 'Damn.' Verza thought. He drew his dagger and prepared for the first couple orcs. Verza had been watching Valinor fight, well, like a demon. Verza barely relized the orc climing a rock behing him and jumping on his back. Verza felt the bite of steel in his shoulder, it was only minor due to his armor and the dulled orcish blade. Verza thanked his gods.

Before the wretch could stabb again verza shook him off by running abckwards into the rock it had leaped off of. He could feel the orc go limp. Verza turned quickly as it's limp body fell off of his back. Verza observed it and saw that it had stabbed it's self with it's own dagger when Verza had rammed it into the wall. "Get your backs to the boulder!" Verza yelled re thinking his plan. "Keep an eye upward." He warned them.