The archers did not back down and jumped, dancing in the wind along the slope. The Master and I flew from shadow to shadow, slashing everything in our path, and Elsine and Ildra mowed down anyone who tried to turn to face us.
There is nothing weaker than an army in retreat, no matter how organized, obedient, disciplined or expert it is. A retreat was a point of weakness, and we did not plan to let go of the opportunity to harvest Orc lives, although our objective was to reach the orc leader and prevent him from escaping.
With an item capable of sealing space magic and the possibility of neutralizing mages, they were a real danger for the future. Now they had appeared in the middle of nowhere, but what would happen if the portal opened in the very center of Camelot? How many drops? How many dead would there be?
