The ranger drank once more from his waterskin, then looked back at the kid. Hiding a smirk, he shook his head.<br/><br/>"No..." he panted, wiping his forehead, "They're all so divided... they've taken to foxholes, and I can't seem to pull them together. We cut off the main force by collapsing the canyon, but a lot got through, and we have no way to fight them."<br/><br/>There was a scream from somewhere near by, just audible over the sounds of constant battle, and the ranger leaped to his feet. With lightning speed, he began firing arrow after arrow into the chaos below, quickly emptying his overstuffed quiver. He had only a few left, but he intended to make them count.