War'nak fought back to back with the big barbarian. His name was Hammer, after his favored weapons. Close by the only remaining members of their group fought in a semi circle cornered again one of the now destroyed wagons. He had been right to assume the two humans were skilled fighters. They stood sid by side using their swords and shields to keep the now wounded elf protected. Though he was injured he continued to pick off the Reds as they fought on. Bodies littered the ground everywhere, and War'nak sensed that the Reds were slowly beginning to run.<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/>(Wagon Master)<br/><br/>"This small copse of trees ahead is the checke point dragon. War'nak said to wait till noon tomorrow. If he doesnt show then we go on without him and he will meet us in the city." The Wagon master had several throwing knives tucked all over his person. His face had several scars as did his arms, showing he had experience in fighting.