The Prince began to draw in the dirt with the point of his dagger, "Serna and Lazheros, I want you two to ride into the center of town atop the war-goat. Serna use your shield to protect your advance. Lazheros, use your mace and shield to cut down anyone that tries to oppose you. The war-goat will plow the road and do the rest. Once you reach the center of town, Serna, I want you to use your shield to set up a dome to protect both the soldiers and the commoners that are trapped there. Lazheros, heal those who are injured and give aid and comfort where you can."

Willow turned to the Elementalist and her creation, "Alyson, I need you to firebomb that wagon and all of the Orcs near it. I will pick off what stragglers remain. Dragolem, the Giant is all yours. Cut him down and take him down. No mercy."

"Very well," The elementalist said rubbing her wrists again.

"And what do you need me to do?" Irzen asked eagerly.

"Stay by my side and slay any who attack us," The Prince responded coldly, "I will be using my bow the entire time and thus I will be exposed. I need you to watch my back while I'm dropping targets."

"Done!" Irzen firmly nodded.

"Any questions?" Willow asked, "Anything not clear?"

Alyson's form began to shimmer, "I would suggest that everyone execute the plan, I am having a hard time controlling the gauntlets!" ~ Teleport me high up in the sky, Lazheros!~

Lazheros nodded and Alyson vanished a flash of light, "Time to go, Serna!"

The Shield Maiden did not have to be told twice. She promptly ran over to the war-goat, hopped on its broad back and held on tight.

Dragolem melded into the shadows again heading for the giant and the wagons.

Irzen drew forth his sword and stood at the ready by Willow's side.

"Okay, everyone, on my mark enact the plan," The Prince cautioned them as he nocked an arrow and took careful aim, "MARK!"

High in the sky above the giant, orcs and wagons, a brilliant flash of blue-white light erupted causing the enemy to look up. Out of the flash of light, the elder dragon appeared exhaling a jet of fire that completely engulfed both wagons, and half of the heavily armored orcs. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

***FFOOOOOSSSHHHH!!!***

Screams from the orcs scrambling about trying to find any relief met an early end when Dragolem pulled the injured ones into the shadows. The Black-Shadow draconian rose up out of the ground as if he was a on a platform in front of the giant now. He had a few seconds to realize this was no ordinary giant. It wielded a massive spiked club and wore armor. Grinning, he spit a line of acid at both legs of the monstrous humanoid where there was no armor. The acid ate through the skin and sinew of the giant like a hot knife through butter.

Lazheros jumped onto the wargoat with Serna and charged into the town center plowing under a row of orcs that had gotten too close. Once there, the wargoat stopped to let them off.

As The Cleric and The Shield Maiden plowed forward, Willow stood his ground and cut loose with arrow after arrow mowing down any Orcs that tried to flank the two riders. The Swordsman, for his part, drew forth Evenflow and waited for a possible charge by the Orcs once they realized they were getting sniped at by an Elven Archer.

Howls rose up from the wagons just before they went up in flames by Alyson's aerial attack. A pack of six worgs came tearing through the woods towards the ranger and the swordsman. The first two leap over a fallen tree and straight towards Willow and Irzen.

The Prince turned, snapshotted an arrow straight into the right eye of the worg nearest him and then leapt over the creature which narrowly missed him in its move-through attack. Irzen did the direct opposite. The Swordsman dropped down as the worg leapt over him, brought up his blade and gutted the creature like a fish as it moved over him.

Serna leapt off of the back of the wargoat, ran into the midst of the Elven fighters and common folk and activated her shield to create a protective dome around them, "Hi! I'm Serna the Shield Maiden and this is Laz the Cleric. Prince Willow sent us to save you."

Some of the common folk peeked around the makeshift barricade that the elven riders had made when the shield maiden jumped off the wargoat and announced the bronze man and herself.

The Shield Maiden looked over to Lazheros, "Uh, Laz, can you translate that to everyone? I don't think they understand Common."

"Humans, here?" A voice of an elven rider came trotting up on his white horse, "Prince Willow has returned?" Just then his horse lashed out with a hind hoof cracking the skull of an orc, "Protect the common folk, and when this all over, we will discuss the return of the prince. Heeyaah!"

"Sure thing!" Serna nodded, "Hey! You do speak Common after all."

The rider took off through the oncoming wave of orcs cutting them down as he rode through.

The bronze man was already helping the common folk and lending heals to the wounded, pausing only to slam his warhammer against his shield that magnified a Great Thunderclap towards a stray group of orcs attempting to flank him. "Does that answer your question, Serna?"

"Absolutely!" The Shield Maiden continued to do her best to protect those under her care, "It must be nice to know that you don't have to translate after all. I suppose it can get pretty tiring at times, huh?"

The wargoat watched the right flank while Serna kept the people safe with her shield.