Shouts and screams and snarls echoed from the surrounding streets, and dark forms raced through the ruins, beastmen hunting for the arachar. Urd Arowyn had fallen into chaos. Gavin wondered if Morwen and his father knew what was happening, if they had yet realized they were under attack. If they hadn’t, they soon would. A score of arachar burst out of a side street, running towards one of the fires, and came to a shocked halt when they saw Ridmark and the others.For a moment no one moved.Ridmark stepped forward, staff tapping against the white paving stones.“Let’s make this simple, shall we?” said Ridmark. “Surrender, lay down your arms, remove your armor, and depart Urd Arowyn immediately. Otherwise I will fight you.”The arachar leader blinked. “Kill them!” roared the arachar, and the orcs charged with furious yells, their black eyes flaring with the crimson haze of orcish battle rage.“Fight!” said Ridmark, and Gavin gripped his sword and raised his shield as Philip lifted his hammer. ### Ridmark sprinted at the orcs, his staff ready.Even through their battle rage, he saw the contempt flash across their faces.
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