Massacre

Astaroth stood at the top of the now-formed ramp and watched as the first monsters started running up. Gulnur had quickly joined him there, happy he could finally contribute.

He stood near Astaroth, nodding at him and readying his shield. The latter seeing him stand there, switched up tactics.

"Can you hold the frontline against two of them if my summoned wolf helps you?" Astaroth asked Gulnur.

The dwarf smiled a wide, toothy grin in response. That was all the answer Astaroth needed as he motioned to Gulnur to walk forth a bit, as he drew out his bow.

He thought this was as good a chance as any to sharpen his aim. He pulled the bowstring and started taking aim.

When the first monster, a jaguar, climbed half of the ramp and was in a comfortable range for him, he loosed his arrow. The arrow flew straight to the monster, but only hit it in the shoulder.

Astaroth heard a chuckle from behind him, as another arrow whizzed past his ear and lodged itself into the jaguar's eye.