At that cold, pre-dawn instant, several things happened at once. The first was predictable, the door to the cabin was thrown open forcefully, likely bruising the elf's arms as she stopped it. However, in the same instant, the glass of the one simple window in the cabin shattered into the cabin, scattering sharp fragments all over the floor. This was a coordinated attack! There were at least two of them, they had hit from both sides as to confuse the two inside the cabin.<br/><br/>Kagan reacted as best he could, under the circumstances. As one dark-clothed figure came in through the window, the orc tore a post from the bed as if it were a toy and threw the post at the intruder as hard as he could. In the same moment, he was proud to see the usually timid elf bring the bucket down on the head of another enemy charging through the door. A loud cry went up from outside the cabin - there were more than two attackers! Sore as he was, the orc felt adrenaline course through him and showed his fangs in a wide smile. He lived for moments like these.<br/><br/>Throwing the blanket onto the floor over the glass, Kagan managed to avoid more than a small cut as he charged towards the nearer enemy now laying on the floor. He stomped roughly on his foe's head, hoping to end him - but before the blow landed, the enemy was suddenly standing again, reaching out with dark hands for his throat. What... What were these things? They were not spirits, but something about them felt supernatural. Struggling with his own opponent, the orc had little time to witness how well his companion was doing with hers - and that was paying no heed to the other/others outside the cabin proper.