He was panting, sweating, and getting dizzy, when the oddest thing happened. A great brute of a man, barrel chested, pug faced, and duck footed, raised his giant club, and roared. The ranger was too intensely focused on stopping the swords of three others from piercing his flesh to do anything about the giant club. It was all too much.<br/><br/>"This is it, old man..." he panted, "Check mate. A well played match."<br/><br/>He swung mightily, hoping to take just one more with him, and the strike landed perfectly. the man never dodged. The swipe to his jugular vein went so deep, his head was nearly severed. Alright, so maybe he would be able to take another with him.<br/><br/>And that's when he noticed. They were all staggering, blinking heavily. Falling asleep! The kid had found him! The ranger let out a roar of excitement, felt a flood of adrenaline fill his veins, and plunged in again. He made quick work of the now slumbering enemies, and continued pressing toward the area where he knew he would find Crowley and the others.