They set off again, this time at a faster pace. Kilo
was leading with a very fast pace. Everyone had a hard
time keeping up with him.
weapons were glistening in the sunlight.
Later that afternoon, they came to a place to rest.
It was between to high rock shelves 9 feet tall. Very flat
and with big holes in the ground close the crevices. Corin
was about to drink from his flask when there came voices.
Harsh voices. Baildor and Kilo looked each other in the
eye and both had the same idea: orcs! Baildor picked up
the bags and tossed then in a hole that was 4 by 5 feet
and picked up a bow and a pack of arrows. Fildor took out
his bow and had an arrow on the string. Corin had his
hand on his sword. His sweat was coming down. The voices came near. Dardor put his baggage in the hole and
took out his axe. Kilo had sword in hand. Escape was impossible.
A group of orcs came down the valley. These
weren’t ordinary orcs, but from the South.
“I saw them with my own eye Grisk. I swear,”
came a high voice.
“And same here,” came another voice like the
second.
“Well I’ve had enough of this!” roared Grisk, “I
want you Havisk and Sagin dead by the next minute! At
em lads”
Those two poor creatures would have been out of
this world if one of the high orcs shouted out: “There! In
the ravine of Udpilk. Dwarves and some little human. At
them, before they get away.”
“Ahoy! I see them to,” Yiklis bellowed.
“Fire again!” Kilo voice boomed. Twang! Twang!
Another 2 fell never to move again. They were 6 feet
away. Twang! Twang! They fired again 2 more fell. Dardor
threw his long knife at one and went through his throat
which belonged to Nagink.
“Weapons out my dwarves, to war!” Kilo said.
Baildor drew his sword and charged. Dardor, with two
sweeps of his axe, beheaded Yiklis and Sagin. Corin faced
Bilgusk how had mace in hand. When he saw Corin he
gave a roar and charged. Twang! The great orc fell to the
ground with an arrow in his chest. Fildor had saved him.
“The key is to live Corin!” said Fildor. Saying that he raised
his bow, Twang! And shot Grisk in the heart. Kilo slew his
orc who was almost seven feet tall. Baildor killed another
with a quick stab followed with a beheading sweep. With
a war cry Corin raised his shield and stabbed an orc in the
stomach. The orc screamed before falling lifeless to the
ground. Only four orcs remained. They fought like
trapped rats. Twang! And orc fell hopeless to the ground.
Kilo killed another orc trying to flee. Dardor came and
threw his axe at the orc. The orc move involuntarily and
died. The last orc fell to the blade of Baildor. The battle
was done!
“Eh! Where did you say them dwarfs were? I see
none,” came a gruff voice.
“Are you sure Bilgusk? We have been in these
mountains for five days looking for a place to raid and we
had nothing,” Nagink said.
“Fire!” Kilo shouted. Twang! Twang! Arrows
hissed from Baildor’s and Fildor’s bow. Baildor and Fildor
were deadly archers so both found their target. Two fell,
one was Havisk.
Then Kilo put his sword back and said, “Hurry!
Now we must leave this place at once! Get the bags Baildor and Corin and we must fly north to Darrowdale. Hurry!” The dwarves and Corin busied themselves by retrieving the bags and packing the bags. They gathered everything and set off at a great speed. Corin was tired and
wished for sleep and rest. His wish would be granted
soon, very soon.
“Fine let’s go there. Get your weapons orcs, we
got a living to make!” Grisk commanded. There was a
clash of arms and roar of laughter and calls. Then they
made a steady run to where the travelers were.
The dwarfs and Corin just heard the great yells.
“We have to stand and fight them!” Kilo shouted.
“Fildor behind me and Dardor. Corin to my left with Baildor behind you. Shoot as many as you can before then
come to close. Shields up Dardor and Corin and lively!”
“Doubt will survive that long,” muttered Dardor
as he took his stand. The orc were in site now in the narrow rock shelve.