As the horse shook its reins indignantly, Elandris shot a glance first at it, in then in the direction it was looking. Evidently, its ears had picked up something it did not like the sound of. And whatever that was, Elandris was relatively certain that he would be inclined to agree. The faint sounds of crashing underbrush came to his ears, and he identified it as either extremely inexperienced woodsmen or a more dangerous foe uncaring of the unnecessary attention it was attracting. He strongly suspected it was the latter option.<br/>The Warden glanced at Karrlandren, shifting his eyes to the Knight's blade. "Do what you do best."<br/>With that suggestion, he hurled himself skywards into a nearby oak tree, making his way along the thickest of its boughs and readying his weapons. He had never actually seen the Knight in combat, but possessed a fairly good idea of what the greatsword was for. He had witnessed Karrlandren's exercising in the stableyard that morning and had been impressed with the ease and grace with which he handled his weapon, as if it were an extention of his own body. Elandris didn't doubt his abilities.<br/>As the sound of approaching feet grew louder, a trio of Orcs began to be discerned against the arboreal backround. Two of them were coated in thin layers of sticky crimson blood, and all carried axes that gave evidence of having been used quite recently. At the sight of Karrlandren and Longstep, they showed their teeth, an Orcish sign of challenge. Elandris crept farther out on the bough that was his perch and tensed himself to strike.