One remaining orc managed to slip out of the fray and ran as fast as he could back through the wooded road. The sound of his hurried breathing was picked up by the dragon flying over head. The sound of leathery wings beat in the sky above the treeline.

The orc almost made it to safety out of the woods until the dragon dropped down and snatched him in her claws. The orc squealed in pain as the dragon slammed it down into the ground with a thud. Immediately it surrendered and the black-shadow draconian stepped up out of the ground seizing the orc.

"Well, well, well, looks like this orc is gonna do some squealing and not in a good way, hehehe!" Dragolem grinned viciously. He grabbed the orc and took off flying back to the town where the battle took place.

*****

"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?"

"Just focus on protecting these people for now," Lazheros said.

"Will do!" Serna kept up her shield, "None of these people are getting hurt again. I promise you that!"

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

As if knowing something was wrong with its rider, the wargoat bolted away from Serna and Lazheros heading back to Irzen. It had known that worgs always had riders and trampled three of the six riders on its way back to Irzen.

"Always a wargoat will heed its rider. Always will it know if its rider requires aid," Lazheros stood raising his warhammer to the sky speaking in draconic as his weapon charged up with electricity. He pointed it to the remaining group of orcs and unleashed its full power as the Chain lightning arced from the first to the others and finally to the last.

"Wooweee!" Serna exclaimed at what she saw, "You took them all down with one strike! WOW!"

"Yes, well thank you, child," The bronze man brushed off the dirt that got kicked up from the spell he unleashed on the orcs.

"You're welcome." Serna replied with a smile as she lowered her shield and deactivated it.

The elven cavalry came riding back finishing off the remaining orcs that didn't get hit with the chain lightning bolt. The same rider from before rode up and halted before Serna and Lazheros, "I thank you for your aid again. I am Captain Andaerean, and leader of this unit under Prince Yew."

"You're welcome, sir, we are glad we could help," The Shield Maiden nodded, "Aside from tending to your wounded, is there anything else that we can do while we are here?"

"Stay here with the towns folk for now," The elven captain said atop his horse, "The battle field is no place for a child."

"Gee, how thoughtful." Serna replied sarcastically.

"The shield maiden was given a weapon of power to protect herself and others by Dungeon Master. Telling her to stay here will not work, captain." The bronze man holstered his weapon, "However, this is your land and not ours so I will leave judgement up to Prince Willow." Lazheros stated abruptly.

******

Hearing a noise behind them, one orc rider turned around to see a rampaging wargoat end its life.

With a bleet of its own battle cry, the wargoat rammed the remaining three orcs into, up against, or through a rotten log ending the orc riders.

Irzen sliced the head of the worg from its shoulders and then tried to use his sword as a fulcrum to separate the creature's mouth from his ankle. Grimacing in pain, the Swordsman was able to pry the worg's mouth apart so he could slip his ankle free of its mouth.

With his bow and arrows, Willow dropped the remaining Orc riders that the wargoat failed to attack.

The wargoat trotted over to the swordsman turning sideways to allow him to mount up with the ranger's help.

"Thanks, Billy!" Irzen hobbled back onto his feet doing his best to put no pressure on his left leg, "Yeah, that's it. That's a good name for you. I think I'll call you Billy, Billy the Wargoat."

The wargoat shook its head side to side and snorted implying that the swordsman get on so he can get healed.

The Prince ran over to Irzen's side and did his best to steady the Drow, "How are you?"

"In a great deal of pain and feeling like crap," The Swordsman replied, "But I'll live. All I need is a good healer and I will be ready to travel."

Irzen climbed atop Billy and waited to see what the wargoat would do next.