"To Victory!" The shout rose among the soldiers as they pushed orcs back, the slice from Gabriel's blade breaking the orc's head clean off its shoulders, the splash of blood around scaring even the ferocious orcs, the butchering of their leader just a start for the price for the butchering of the village. People dead all over, and orcs being pushed back, things were looking good.<br/><br/>Then arrows began raining from the inn's windows at the second floor, boards kicked off to reveal a group of six orcs in the windows, holding bows and firing down. Thing was, these orcs were firing fast. Twice as fast as any normal orc did.<br/><br/>Soldier shouted and another there, none of them fatally wounded from the arrows, but people had gotten hurt, and the arrows were making it worse. The orcs had split into groups of two or three, and now outnumbered by the soldiers, the pit in the ground fading however, tossing into the air a group of orc corpses, as Lady Luna gasped and fell on her knees. Her dress' front stained red she groaned and collapsed, as Michael screamed and stabbed at an orc behind her, but missed.<br/><br/>The orc was dressed in black leather, and carrying a short blade with green stains along that sword. Worse, it stepped back after the strike, and after Michael missed, seeming to fade into the shadows of the wrecked building behind it in the view of all the carnage.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">A bit of an unfair choice. There's archers on second floor, a fleeing orc, and endangered lady Luna. At least the orcs on the ground are in a losing position, outnumbered and facing horsemen.</div></div>