Tasia waited on one side of Yarl as he worked on their bridge. She could hear the pitter patter of trolgers and the thudding of morks. She rotated her wrist spinning her sword in circles anticipating the arrival of enemies. She could hear them getting closer. Meanwhile the enemy on the other side was emerging and growing defensive. The sky above them went grey as the clouds blanketed the lands. Tasia took a deep breath. As the jungle went silent and all that could be heard was Yarl's chopping. Tasia knew it was about to begin.<br/><br/>All in a flash they were swarmed with morks, trolgers, and gin. Tasia swung as quickly as she could and gave it everything she had. "Please chop quickly, Yarl." She yelled. She charged a gin and just as they met she dropped to the ground. Sliding under it, she sliced it open from chest to groin. As she stood up a mork quickly knocked her down with his spear and snatched the breath right out of her. She struggled to her feet and continued to fight.