"Scatter!" one ranger said. But before they could move, an attack swept them from behind. Their heads flew away from their body.
"My Lord, please forgive me for not knowing earlier," the attacker said.
"Rabor, son of Rorin, you're just like your forefathers. Slaves to their flagon," Aildrin said in a deep voice. "Eliminate the other one and leave the orc behind."
"Yes, My Lord," the dwarf said.
Pilades finally freed himself from Papa Bear when he sent him crashing to the sidelines. He then saw the slaughter. "What the-"
"Shield Asunder!" Rabor said. He hurled his axe with violence towards Pilades.
Pilades dodged the dwarf's attack, and the axe flew past him. "Why is this NPC attacking me?" he thought.
But then the axe returned like a boomerang and cracked Pilades' skull. Blood spilled. And the last member of Burning Orient finally dropped dead on the ground.
"Skulls! Fight me!" Papa Bear said after recovering. "Eh? Where are the enemies? You dwarf? You wanna fight me?"
