[Rochelle]

Lofinnaes watched as everyone rushed into battle. He himself stayed slightly behind, his best defense was in his archery skills, and he needed to keep as much a distance as possible to attain this. His eyes saw much and he drew an arrow from his quiver and released, piercing through the neck of an oncoming orc. A squeal escaped it as if it were a pig going to slaughter. Lofinnaes prided himself not, and readily aimed at another.

He had slain four more opponents before his eyes were averted to Melcildir. The elf had charged hard into battle, and enemies were about him like flies to an infected wound. An orc towered high above him as he recovered from his recent attack. Wasting no time, Lofinnaes fired his arrow into the arm of the orc, casting it backwards before finally succumbing to the second arrow through his throat.

Lofinnaes rushed up behind Melcildir. His quiver had been spent, and it was now time to show is quality in knifework. He reached behind him and unsheathed the knives before turning around and slaying down an easterling. His back was to Melcildir when the elf went down and he turned to see him throw off the easterling. Lofinnaes bent down and thrust his own knife through the opening of the opponents helm.

He turned to face his friend "I fear we may be in deeper than we bargained for.." His tone was hard, but he held a slight grin. It was better to keep light-hearted about such matters. They were all skilled warriors, they would not have been asked to come if they were not.