Firing more arrows off at the fleeing ogres that failed to hit the targets as they got cover, Berash looked after their retreat with a look of outrage, fear, and disbelief. In mere moments, the entire festival had been crashed, many were dead, and his two brothers' lives were left in uncertain fate.<br/><br/>Grimacing, he turned toward the sounds of his father and glanced toward the last ogre. Seeing it suddenly stumble around in confusion, he left it to the able hands that remained and went to his fallen brother.<br/><br/>"Cale!" he exclaimed as he got to him, hoping for the best, but afraid of the worst.