Yes they had superior Technology, but<em>They</em>had superior Numbers, and Physicality on their side. Sebastian was kneeling, and trying to take clean shots. He hated wasting ammo. He was managing to help keep most of them at bay. The Distinct chatter of their weapons echoing in the surrounding area, and even waking up those in the town that weren't already up, and making their way to the fields. "Keep it up!" Sebastian called to his Soldiers. He couldn't think of anything else to say to encourage his men. That was until he heard the distinct thumping of Helicopter Rotors. His spirits soared. "Sargent! Get Franco to contact those birds. We need Air cover, Stat!" Sebastian called out. "No Go, El-Tee! Franco's got done in by one of them slimy bastards!" Sargent Green called back. "Shit!" Sebastian hissed as he quickly moved back to the radio gear in the STRYKER. The Large Ma-Deuce on top adding to the Killing by ripping through the Orcs. Any armor they had on was nothing to the Half-inch Diameter rounds. "Incoming Birds, this is Lt. Black of 13th Recon. The LZ is Hot! Repeat. The LZ is Hot! we're currently engaged by Orc Raiders! Can you assist?" Sebastian called out. "This is BlackFly 223, We read you loud, and Clear. We have two Littlebirds itching for a little action." Came the reply. "Roger that! Tell them to sweep in from the West, and strafe the Woodline. I want those Woods cleared! Friendies Danger close!" Sebastian stated. "Roger. Commencing attack!"<br/><br/>For the Defenders, it had grown Light enough that they can see clearly now, and the Orcs were just as Ugly in the Daylight as they were at night. Black came running up to the line to notify his Sargent. "We got Friendlies inbound to take some of the pressure off of us!" He called out as the three specks could be seen just over the horizon.<br/><br/>The Two MH-6 flew head of the Osprey to assist those on the ground. The Pilot of the Osprey turned to the two in the passenger seats. "We just got reports of the LZ being Hot! Apparently Orc Raiders decided they wanted to see how many of them we can kill before they figure out attacking us is a stupid idea!" The pilot said.<br/><br/>The Little Birds Flew Low, and came up over the Hill quickly as the lead bird started to launch its rockets into the wood line. Rocket screamed from the tubes, and lanced themselves into the ground. Causing tremendous amounts of explosions as Trees splintered out, and added their own shrapnel to the dance of Death. The Second Little Bird made a pass along the Orc's path of assault, and started to strafe them with its twin miniguns mounted on wing struts. The noise of their firing was nearly deafening as the tracers looked like one continous laser beam as they cut the Orcs down.<br/><br/>Dor'Lan was shocked beyond words, and comprehension. his Proud Caravan of Orcs was was being cut down before his very eyes. he had no understanding of the Magics, or rather Technology involved that could do this. "By the Gods!" He mouthed as he realized that he chose his Enemy Poorly. "Retreat!" Be bellowed. He now had to get his peoples to safety. He lost way to many in this foolish attack over something as transient as "Pride". "Retreat!" He bellowed again! The Orcs immediately stopped the attack, and began to turn tail. However, The strange beasts that flew circled around, and cut off their Retreat. Seeing that they wouldn't be able to Flee. Dor'lan had to accept his only Option, Surrender.<br/><br/>Seeing the Orcs stopping, and dropping his their weapons, Black stood up. "CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE! THEY'RE SURRENDERING!" He shouted.