Margaret
*Fey stops playing as the bulk of the dwarves moves out of sight, chasing the similarly-now-out-of-sight trolls. However, the worgs remaining, chasing and harrassing that tortoise. As she considers her next move, she spots Kro headed towards the worgs.*
"Well, I guess that decides that!"
*She skitters and slides and hops and jumps to a new vantage point, closer to them, so she can aim an attack of her own, to assist Kro. She taps one of the rune-like etchings on her arm, tracing a line from a second one to it, then twirls her flute and points it to target one of the worgs. A ripple passes through the air, till it strikes and swirls around that worgs head. The worg howls in agony, snapping as if at an invisibile foe, a trickle of blood dribbles for a moment out of one of its ears...*
Robert
Kel was limp, and hunched over the front of his saddle bumping along. A puddle of his drool upon Roxanne's shell where his face had been flopping against it previously. An aching mine and queasily stomach reminded him not to continue to pull these things. His appearance was bedraggled a dried trail of blood on his upper lip and his hair a tangle. His elven composure sliced in half. This time he gained consciousness he recalled what was going on.. Yet was confused even more because the beasts and trolls that had been pursuing him were gone... He could hear a strange whistling noise and blanched as he watched a storm of arrows fall from the sky in the trees over yonder. A hero has come? On this rarely tread mountain path? Kel must be blessed by the stars indeed. 

 He listened to the din of combat a few clearings away, and sighed his relief. He lay a hand upon his loveable shelled companions back and told her it would be okay now. 
He crossed his legs, sitting upright and comfortable the elf pulled a mirror out of his pack and began to assess his appearance. He began to undo and redo his hair one handed and on tortoise-back. A handy talent indeed... After which he cleaned the blood from his face and fixed his collar.
Angelique
The scouts that were chasing the worgs got themselves up and assessed the situation. Jeri and Lucile told them the path of their other companions and emphasized the obvious they already observed which was that the turtle and worgs would be taken care of by the others and we're no threat to the dwarven brethren. They should help their fellow dwarves chase down the trolls. Lucile led the way and helped them track down the trolls. Jeri lagged behind being tired from poor sleep but watched Fey heroically run toward the worgs and observed her as he walked in the direction of the trolls following the scouts led by Lucile. 

"Same flute... But the dream girl had... Cat ears??" He muttered to himself contemplating his agenda as he continued on.

The trolls were running in the woods and approached the caravan. Followed by them was scout team 1 and then scout team 2 led by Lucile. Behind them all was Jeri. 

As the trolls trekked onwards a few of the small handheld crossbow shots hit them in the back. Some of the shots didn't pierce and others did minor damage . They slowed down some when realizing the lack strength from these attacks and were able to smell that there were only 4 dwarves now. The other 4 dwarves were gone the worgs were gone and the music was gone. 

Seeing this the dwarven scouts slowed and stopped drawing their blades and shields they were unarmored and 4 unarmored scout dwarves against 2 giant trolls were much different odds then before. 

The trolls gnarled and snarled and bashed their weapons in intimidation before charging. Lucile seeing the distant battle from above alerted jeriscal who picked up into a jog.

As the trolls swung their weapons wildly the large beasts immense power ripped through tree branches and underbrush like a chef preparing vegetables for stew. The dwarves used the terrain to their advantage as they constantly repositioned backwards. On occasion the trolls would land a hit but a dwarven ally was always there to follow-up ensuring the initial hit did not evolve into a combo or killing blow.

Eventually team two arrived and increased their numbers but team one was already wounded while the trolls were able to recoup most of the damage done. The giant creatures snarled and gnarled more but saw they were more vastly outnumbered once again. 

Jeri saw them in the distance in their stand off and began to conjure up an illusion. As he approached the battle he ran into the dwarven line and released the illusionary sound of a large predatory roar. 

This was enough to convince the trolls to flee once again. They would continue to run directly into the front of the caravan which was hopefully prepared by now to receive the treats head on.

He chases the trolls into the caravan along with the 8 dwarven scouts
Robert
As they near the worgs, pulling to their left, one jumped to pull Krono from the horse using its impulse he tightened his leg grip to Yearning and push his saber into the shoulder. It doesn't pierce properly and only cuts it hide. His left leg pant is torn and he just manages to balance. However, the impact on Yearning pushes her rear to a side. Pulling on the reins Yearn stand and he falls to the ground.
Margaret
*Fey's jaw gapes as the worg pulls Kro off his horse* "Oh shit! I've got to get down there!"
*Sally speaks in her mind, 'what can you do now? You can't transform with all these witnesses!'*
*Fey, inwardly grumbles, as she hops, skips, jumps, and gallumphs down the slop to close on Kro, Yearn, and the worgs, thinking back at Sally,* "I can help some, even without transforming. Gotta do *Something*!'
"**HEY!!!**" *She'll shout, and bring up her flute as soon as she's on sure-enough footing again. She'll tap that same rune on her arm that she used before — this time the run fades tl gray tones.* 
"Shit," *She grumbles, and flicks her flute to aim at the worg assaulting Kro. It yelps and reels as if it were struck a hard blow right in the noggin, and staggers away from Kro. Of course, now the other worg, that Fey supernaturally struck before, recovers from its stun, and begins stalking at Fey, growling.*
"Well, shit again," *Fey shakes her head, sighing, and brings up her flute like a club, thinking hard on what to do next*
Robert
Rolling out of the way from Yearning he pulls a dagger and launches himself towards the worg cutting its neck but not deep enough to catch the artery.

Worg slaps him to push back and pounces to pin him down. A hit to the esophagus has him gasping for air. Attempts to plunge the dagger into the same wound ...
Margaret
*Fey'd luv to help Kro, but she's got her own worg to... It charges at her! Fey spins, twirling — the flute whistling musically as the wind blows past the mouthpiece — and striking at the worg with her flute! But, it ducks down to hit teeth first, snapping at one of her shins. It bites, but the momentum of Fey's spin yanks her leg free from its mouth. So, a good hard bite, drawing some blood, but at least it didn't keep ahold of her!*
"Fuuuu-..." She groans as she shambles up to her feet, using her flute like a cane to accomplish this.*
*The worg veers back around, but crouches, one ear still trickling blood.*
"You sure you want to try again? I'll brain what's left of your brains out of your head! My friend there's about ready to carve your friend a new smile, and I'll club you down!"
*The worg licks its lips, but then makes a face... It growls out,* "You taste weird..."
*It looks at its pal wrestling with Kro, so Fey brandishes her flute.* 
"No no no! Now, maybe if you go away, we can leave you some extra food, but I guarantee you your troll buddies are going to get carved up by the dwarves!"
*The worg growls,* "Dwarves. Tough and stringy..."

*Fey would edge closer to Kro and his opponent, limping on the wounded leg, eyeing her own opponent. As, unless Kro succeeds in a moment, she's still aiming to help him first, since hers at least has backed up thoughtfully a moment*
Robert
The dagger takes and it lets out a painful cry pulling its leg off of Kro's chest. "You got it Miss Mari, show that pup who's the master." Looking around for his sword he goes after it and the beast twists on the grown trying to claw out the dagger. From behind he reaches and holds its snout with his left arm and pierces the eye, when the blade stops he pushes it in once more and punctures part of the brain. "Be part of all" He whispers to it.

After 3 seconds to take two deep breaths he calls out "Zephyr Strike" Moving almost twice as fast he pulls his dagger from the fallen worg and goes to strike the other worg's left ribcage with the dagger using his right hand. Not being able to stab it hard enough he uses the left arm and the sword held backward as a shield from the worgs strike back. "Miss Mari, please have it looking at its right as I try to tickle it!!"
Margaret
*Fey nods. She waves to make sure Kro's looking her way a moment, then pantomimes shading her eyes Hoping he gets the message, she'll then whistle loudly at the remaining worg*

"Puuuuppy! Hey big doggie!" *She snaps her fingers at the worg. It growls at her again,*

"Why do you insult me?" *It growls at her, crouching low, perhaps it's about to leap!*

*Fey responsds by snapping her fingers, strangely loudly, squinching her eyes shut at the same moment, and a bright flash of light bursts from her hand! The worg yipes and drops its head to the ground, front paws covering its eyes. Fey calls* "Ok, now!" *To Kro, leaping in to club it in the head with her heavy-ass flute. Between that and Kro's dagger — assuming he got the messages — this big bad wolf is no more anything to be afraid of.*

*Then, if this really wraps up the worgs, then she'd finally go to try to catch that tortoise! Well, limps after, her leg looks pretty chewed up. But, she hobbles at an almost-walking pace, using her flute like a long cane.*

"Hey! You on the big-ass turtle! Hold the hell up!" *She'll holler towards Kel*
Robert
Looking over at the waving miss and what she does next with her hand and eyes 'what!? She's gonna strike with her eyes closed?! Is she that afraid?'

As Fey whistles, he aims again for the ribs and strikes harder this time managing to pierce up to the lung. Pulls out the blade for internal bleeding to take over and stand and realizes he is seeing white and spots 'ooooh! I get it know'

"Miss Mari are you ok? Is it down now??"
Margaret
*Fey looks back at Kro's call* "Looks down, now, yes." *The worg isn't moving* "We should go catch that tortoise, and make sure that person on it is ok. ... Though, I'm not walking too fast here..." 
*She lifts her flute and makes as loud and piercing a note as she can, trying to catch that toirtoise-rider's attention, then yelling again,* "Hey!!! Are you ok over there? Do you need help?"
Robert
"If no more worg have been called you go ahed and find that tortoise it may need to be calmed down, and supposedly someone is on it? Imma need time to get my sight back and may get to butcher some stuff from these guys." Waving his hand for you to go, of course in the wrong direction "Go on. Yearning and I will stay here. Oh and thank you!" He yells out not sure if you left or not.