Harik sighed as he shifted around while wearing his new armour. The dwarven assault had slowed the progress of the Sommerdan army, giving them time to finish preparing the loose makeshift wall of rocks. Night had fallen, and a sea of flame wound its way up the mountain, getting ever closer to them at the peak.
'Those blasted torches of theirs just make our situation seem worse.' Harik frowned as he glanced to either side to see his warriors lined up, their bows at the ready. 'Thovok never did say exactly how many dwarves he brought. But he seemed confident of our victory.'
Harik did not dare to underestimate them anymore. Not after the number of weapons they had brought to arm his warriors. He could only hope that was an indicator of how many dwarves had come to aid this battle.'
"They're being cautious..." Bjorn growled as he opened the jaws of his helmet to reveal his face.
