The dwarf was brutally efficient. Each blow of his heavy mace not only crushed bone, it tore free chunks of flesh leaving his opponent a broken and bloody mess. Tarah shivered at the savagery of it. She saw an arrow clang off of the dwarf’s helmet and scanned the area. Two goblin archers were on the hillside above the dwarf, one of them on her roof. Fortunately, their bows were small and their arrows crudely made. It would take an amazing shot to injure the dwarf. Nevertheless, she didn’t hesitate. Tarah fired twice in quick succession. The first goblin was just beginning its slow tumble down the hill when her second arrow pierced the other one through the head. It fell just as Djeri charged the second orc. Tarah whistled softly to herself as she watched the dwarf’s swift blow destroy its shield and throw the orc to the ground like a rag doll. She began to pick her way down the hill towards the dwarf, but she didn’t make it very far before Clobber emerged, his voice deep and fearsome.The ogre stepped into the sunlight, and stood to his full height, half again as tall as the dwarf and as wide as two men, with a bulging muscular body.
