Castor rose to his feet. "Horace, I know you want to accompany the body back to camp, but I need you here." It was a hard thing to say since Castor knew Horace and Merric had been good friends, but it was true. Horace nodded his understanding.

"You need someone to help lead," Horace murmured. Castor nodded solemnly.

"You four, get this body back to camp," Castor told a group of soldiers that were meandering through the sea of corpses. The soldiers looked confused for a moment before seeing who it was they had been ordered to bring. They nodded quickly and took-up his body on their shields.

A sudden sight in the sky caught his eye. The sun was already almost to the horizon.

Bantu had said Morgorath would rise by sundown. They had probably another hour before the deadline.

Castor looked back reluctantly to where Merric's body was being carried away. Turning away, Castor ran to where the soldiers were pushing against the Urki.

Bodies littered the ground. Broken arrows and spears covered the bodies and stuck-up from their flesh hazardously. Castor could barely look at some of the horrid wounds.

After passing through the elves and humans; they both had mixed, he found Theuses.

The elf's white tunic was stained with blood from numerous wounds and his armor and sword were stained with gore. Several cuts covered his face and his quiver only had five arrows left. A wicked grin was on his face.

L'arch stood next to him, her knives flashing. Her quiver was almost full, but her leather breast plate was torn in multiple places. One of her bracers was missing and a few locks of hair hung over her face.

"Castor!" She cried. "

Theuses looked up from his newest kill. "Castor! Look at the horizon!"

Castor nodded. "That's why I've come. We don't have time to fight through the entire army. We need to find a faster way."

"Agreed," Theuses replied, "but if we leave now we won't make it. This is the stiffest part of the fight. It's time for the Night elves to come in."

"Are you sure?" Castor asked. "If you're having trouble getting through, then you won't be able to when the Night elves are cornered."

"We have no time to worry about that now. As cruel as it sounds, more lives are at stake if the elves don't come out, than if they do."

"Then give the order."

L'arch grabbed the battle horn. Three clear rings came across the field of battle. The sounds were like three pieces of glass being tapped by a hammer.

Castor immediately looked up at the cliffs. Already, figures were spinning from the top of the rocks. Night elf warriors landed inside the lines of the surprised Urki as events poured into a blur.

Urki fell to the Night elf blades quickly, as more Night elves came down. Fighting through the Urki, Castor saw Ilvnag leading his warriors toward the confused enemies. But, the Urki quickly recovered, halting the progress of the Night elves. Only four or five ranks of Urki soldiers were blocking the elves from Castor and Theuses's armies.

Grinding suddenly came from either side of the pass as two enormous gates, hidden in the rock, lifted, revealing dark tunnels. The ominousness of the noise halted the soldiers' quick advance.

From both tunnels deep, slow roars echoed out. Filing from either side of the pass came four trolls.

They stood over nine feet tall. Armor covered their chest and shoulders with thick helmets over their heads. In their hands they carried huge metal-clad hammers. Their hands were massive and meaty with worn, chipped nails. Their eyes were dark brown with hanging eyelids like they were about to fall asleep and moved with such slow, shuffling steps that it seemed they would trip and face-plant in the dust.

The Urki cleared paths for the trolls as they walked to face the ranks of humans and elves. The trolls ignored the Night elves that stood behind them.

The first to reach the soldiers swung his hammer in a swinging arc, knocking aside the entire row of men and throwing them into the air with its force.

The rest of the men quivered with fear at the sight of such vicious monsters and their capabilities.

Theuses looked back at the mass of his troops. "Pharno tru oa Trusgrim!!" The elf archers immediately redirected their arrows to the line of trolls. A volley shot from their ranks and impaled themselves in one of the beasts. The monster howled as the arrows-heads buried into its skin, though it did not fall.

Horace grabbed Castor's forearm. "Sir, we can't get through those in time! The Night elves will be slain by the rear Urki while we fight these!"

"Then we need to kill them quickly." Castor drew his sword. "Come with me Theuses. You too L'arch. Horace, have the men try and flank them or go around them, but do not lead a front charge, understood? I'm putting my faith in you."

Horace gulped. "Yes sir."

"Good." He turned to the elves, but they had already broken from the protection of their soldiers.

Castor ran across the expanse of ground that stretched between them and the trolls.

He slid next to Theuses and L'arch. "Know anything helpful about these guys?"

L'arch nodded. "Their cave trolls. Their skin is thick, like armor and they can swat you like a fly. They don't really have any weaknesses,"

"-Except their eyes," Theuses interrupted.

"Exactly. If you can pierce their eyes then they will be almost crippled."

"So go for the eyes that are only about ten feet off the ground and mostly protected by their helmets?" Castor asked.

Theuses smiled. "That's it in a nutshell." He pulled his bow off his back and drew an arrow. "Here's the plan. L'arch and I will try and shoot their eyes will you distract them with your sword and do as much damage as you can.

"Once L'arch and I run out of arrows, we will join you and try and take them down. Understood?"

Castor nodded.

"Then let's do this."