If there was one thing being constantly on the run, constantly on the lookout had taught Rivin, it was how to be aware of his surroundings. As such, he was the first to notice the movement in the trees on either side of them, opposite the area where the Orcs had tramped through.<br/><br/>The movement was very faint, hardly noticeable- but it was undeniable.<br/><br/>The behavior of the goblin was very strange- Rivin had seldom encountered the creatures in his travels, but what he did see told him they were the type to attack first and ask questions never- and as for giving weapons to dwarves, he was certain that had never happened before in the history of Argonafht. But there were other, more pressing matters on his mind.<br/><br/>He silently held up a hand so the others could see what was happening; he didn't know if anyone heeded him, but his attention was focused solely on the trees. His eyes darted around ceaselessly, until they narrowed, hearing the creaking of bow strings.<br/><br/>That was when he saw them; emerging from the tree-line on their right, a group of bowmen in Imperial armor, aiming their weapons straight at them. Straight at the Elves and the Dwarf, as well as himself, even as on his left side a group of swordsmen, also outfitted in the gear of the Empire, plunged into their midst.<br/><br/>The bowmen were the more pressing of the threats- Rivin faced them, the anger of his race boiling to the surface as he lifted both hands into the air just as he heard the twang of the bowstrings.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"JA'HAZARA!"</span><br/><br/>A wall of fire erupted from the ground in front of him, shooting up to the sky, plunging the entire clearing in a bright light and sweltering heat, burning the arrows to cinders as they flew from the strings. Before the Flame Wall had dissipated he flung fireball after fireball (he lost count after 12) at the bowmen, to ensure there was no second barrage of arrows. But he could see the trees moving, could see countless more foes approaching. This battle was beyond them.<br/><br/>Too late, he turned and saw that no fewer than three swordsmen were upon him- he could see the frenzied fire in their eyes, could see the hatred in their scowls. They would end him, and then worry about the others.<br/><br/>The Dwarf, still clutching the axe he'd been strangely gifted, was the only one close enough to save him. But Rivin didn't expect anyone to risk their life for a Firi'wuhn.<br/><br/>Idly, as death quickly approached him, a gleaming metal blade soaring towards his neck, Rivin remembered the Dwarves he'd grown up with. He wondered if any of them remembered him. And then, he wondered if dying would be painful.