12 Watcher

Zorin and the rest were still sprinting; he was leading the group and sometimes checked his comrades at the back even though Zorin has a tall and bulky figure. Considerable speed, but the others know that Zorin was trying to adapt to their pace, Zorin's stamina was considered most exceptional in the group based on his steady fast pace; the rest were trying their best, running but still avoiding fatigue.

Some were too focused on running and was late to notice the approaching thing from their right, of course Zorin was different and the moment he noticed the change in the environment noise; he turned his attention to his left and noticed a carriage running along the direction the same as them.

"He's here," hearing the voice of the man in the upfront. Some of them had a shocking expression. The sound of the horse's footstep became clearer on their ears, and there it was the supposed carrier they'll be going to ride for the rest for the journey.

Zorin decreased his speed, and the others seemed followed naturally, in less than a minute they finally arrive near the halted wagon; the rest tried to recover their stamina; heavy breathing, heard over the back of the carrier. Zorin did not bother resting and walked through the front of the carrier.

"You all seems fine," Hanzo spoke with a smile upon his face.

"The people were most worried about you," Zorin chuckled then took a glance at the rest who took short moment.

"So how're the Trolls?" Zorin asked with evident interest.

"One guy was special; it could be better if we clashed alone, but you know the situation," Hanzo answered gloomily.

Zorin did not bother Hanzo with the specific details, "Talk to me about it when we drink," he then looked to the men and gestured with his hand, and the others got into the wagon, when the first two got in, they helped the others in the outside got in easier by offering them their hands.

"Humph," finally the last one, the people in the back positioned themselves to be comfortable.

Zorin was not on the back but sat on the left of Hanzo. The others had noticed the giant wooden chest on the front centre inside but did not attempt on opening it, ignoring their curiosity.

Hanzo took a glance at the people at the back, seeing that they seemed already comfortable, he whipped the tack.

"Ugh! one of the farmers was hit by an arrow on his right leg because of the pain he involuntarily kneeled, he took a glance at both troll archers who were smiling at him and excitingly preparing another arrow to kill him. The other farmer who was holding a spear was barely keeping up with his horsed enemy, every time the enemy tried to slash at him; he returned it with pierce; he was wounded on the right stomach while the horsed enemy had a wound near his heart.

Knowing that his comrade can't help him, he focused on blocking the incoming arrow, mostly he just wished the enemies will miss.

The unwounded troll saw the struggling enemy spearman and chuckled with the intention of taking the kill himself; he controlled his horse to run towards the pitiful enemy. He was about six meters from his target when he noticed the noise beside him.

"You can't! seeing the troll attempting on killing his comrade, the sword-wielding horse riding farmer took chase.

"Can't you die already," the troll shifted his attention to the man beside him, he'll more likely die if he hesitated on targeting the wounded spearman, and he's probably going to die sooner anyway. He thought.

Both clashed with each other. The farmer slashed rightward, and the troll blocked it successfully and countered the attack with a piercing attack; the farmer noticed that the troll is not extraordinary when he parried the counter, but he had to be more careful because of the two enemy archers, they're not targeting him but had no idea what'll happen.

Gjoire knew the importance to his role in the fight, so he forced himself to calm himself, heavily breathing, the moment his comrade brought the shield to protect him, he put his quiver on the grasses for faster reloading. He noticed the comrade beside him entirely focused upon the actions of the two threats, he's finding the best target, is it one of the archers? The horsed swordsman? Those were the choices; he had no option to target incapable trolls since they were already hiding beside their horses, cowards in the face of death.

Thump!, the farmer who rode loudly landed on the ground, he was able to dodge the first arrow but unlucky on the second. The borrowed horse ran away leaving him in the open, crawling with his two elbows, in pain, the enemy somehow wounded his right leg.

He can't see the enemy archers, but he knew they're glad that one of their enemies is unable to continue. His cursing inwardly but hope was present, he turned his head to another direction, waiting for his comrade's exchange.

Another shot was released but it's not from the same direction, in fact, it's coming to that direction, the newly wounded farmer was starting to get dizzy, a similar feeling of flies rotating on your head. He just got injured on his right leg adding to his right stomach wound, he can barely hear the sound of the burning woods, but the sound of someone's screaming was clear, a grin, seen on his face.

After seeing his partner abrupt fall, the only archer left unconsciously crouched, even though there's a chance that the next arrow will kill him maybe he'll get lucky, he was waiting for the released sound of the next bolt, looking left and right then he looked behind him, his leader was not there anymore, the horse too. Then he looked farther back, the sight of a manned horse running away, the leader has left him to die.

The man protecting Gjoire eased a little bit, knowing that one of the archers is dead and the other one losing the will to fight. But he did not make any noises of relaxation. Instead, he just looked at the man beside him preparing another arrow to release, he doesn't speak with bow and arrow, but he knew concentration is needed to halt the escaping Troll.

He barely saw the arrow released from the bow, the memory when he joined Gjoire hunt for meat a few years back entered his mind, he then turned his head to the target so does the others but unfortunately, the arrow missed, not barely but at least three meters. Both of them saw Gjoire's look of disappointed of himself, he tried his best they thought, it was evening, the target was not getting closer but farther away and maybe the horse zigzagged they don't know.

The horsed Troll swordsman also saw the leader escaping, when Gjoire's arrow missed he was confused what to feel, happiness that his leader managed to get out alive or anger because he fled alone leaving him and one of the archer.

He wants to follow, but then he might get unlucky, the enemy missed once, but the next one might be different, the sight of his comrade shakenly crouch was apparent, the man was scared so does he, but first, he wants to survive.

The Troll above the tower has seen what happened since the first arrow released. He did not saw the faces of his comrades when they fight, when they thought they're going to win, when they lose their hope, the seconds before they died, the shaking of their bodies from fear of death, he just imagined it all happened and so the sight of him dying is what he feared.

He might be a Troll but he's no stupid, a few minutes back, the chance of escaping without anyone noticing might be more significant but now it's almost impossible, not impossible but he can't risk his life, maybe if he just waited till the farmers go far away who knows where he can climb down safely.

The sight of his comrades' corpses is what he has to endure, preparing his nose for the rotting smell to come if he has too.