The fierce wind braised my fur cooling me as the first throw from troll warlord came to me. His axes nearly chopped off my head as we danced around the foliage in the river. Drow Ranger came into view my first target and her icy arrow chilled me to the core. Wind and leaves blew in their faces as I scurried away. I climbed the steps to the river nearly being decapitated by warlord’s attacks and, Drow over committed as I was welcomed into safety.
About to attack, Wyvern embraced me, licking my wounds as axe by passed me to make an attack on the white haired archer.