The Attack

Varon grabs Orm hand and stands up. Thank you Orm...you saved my life. Send word to the men outside to get into the village, i will go to the rangers on the south hill. We can use the height and get there archers from there. Get going. Varon nods at Orm. as he runs away to tell the army to move inside the village Kneeling down Varon rips some cloth from a dead barbarian, Wrapping it tightly round his left hand. That should stop the bleeding a little. Retrieving his drop sword Varon run to the south hill where the Rangers stand.

Gritting his teeth, Atherius nods his thanks to Rashad's frightening form, clearly a bit unnerved himself. Seeing more arrows whistle down into the crowd of fighting men, he braces himself against the pain and walks towards them. He looks over to a few other comrades around him who have managed to clear a breathing space. If you do not want to end as a seamstress' needle-cushion, come with me... Heading forward again, Atherius can only hope they followed him, as he starts a limping charge towards the archer-filled hill. Shields to the front! He is surprised when some of the soldiers actually obey him...

Good. Orm said quietly as he glanced behind him to see a shield wall forming below the archers. Heading out of the wall he'd broken through earlier to see the second wave of new dawn warriors coming to reinforce the first. A high pitched horn sounded from the battle keep of the town followed by a increasingly loud rumble. Cavalry! Orm yelled, Drowned out by the now louder galloping hooves. With a swing into the chest of the first beast it fell crashing down rider and all, Though it was to no use - the sting of a blunt weapon through the blurr of horses on Orms chest knocked his back, Opening his eyes he just saw the furry trunk and white tusks of something very big. Hitting the wall that was afew meters away not so long ago Orm slumped down trying to stay consious. M- Mammo-th.

Varon now stand next to the party of ranger standing on the north hill. Good job! That should keep there archers away. Varon turns to the squad leader. Keep up the fire, We could use help on the south plains i hear horses. Varon turns and runs back to the south. Seeing the cavely attack the soilders of the new dawn varon spirits to the battle. Seeing orm get trampled by a mammoth he moves even quicker bow in hand.
You and you with me now! Varon points at two soilders. Varon and the two soilders run into the heat of battle. Keep heading to the mammoth! Soilders, both friendly and not surround Varon and his soilders.after a short time varon and his helppers have hacked there way to where the mammoth is on a ramage. Good work! Go help the other take that Mammoth down. Varon runs to where Orm is lieing still on the ground. Orm!.... The mammoth has moved on. Lets get you out of here. Varon pulls Orm out of the battle. Stay here... you just have concussion. I need to get back and help out with that mammoth.

Running into the village, from his armour Ravil pulled out a medium sizes blade, "Enough of these bolts" said Ravil as he slashed at chest of a barbarian who approached him. Fighting his way along the main path of the village, he finally made his way to the centre of it.
Coughing a little from the large amounts of smoke which rose from the surrounding buildings, the village would be burnt to the ground very soon. The enemy numbers seemed thinner, it was clear the battle was close to finish.

Orm sat up, His head spinning. The cavalry had been caught up in amoung the New dawn troops, No longer moving they were soon dragged off thier horses and slaughtered though one large brown image remained in the middle - sending men and women around it flying. "Ah, My friend!" He said as he staggered up onto his feet and started walking casually towards the mammoth. "I'll be needing this" He smiled to a dead pikeman grapping hold of his lance and taking aim. Not at the Mammoth but at the rider.