His progress was slow, but he had almost reached the top of the slope where Iarion stood with his bow drawn. Barlo didn’t look back, but he could smell the ogres closing in behind him, their grunts loud in his ears. He saw Iarion loose his arrow, and heard a wet thump as it made impact. Iarion’s bowstring twanged and squeals filled the air as another two arrows found their marks. Barlo glanced over his shoulder to look. Two hairy forms lay behind him, each with an arrow shaft protruding from their eye. A third ogre stumbled behind him with an arrow jutting from its shoulder. A pack of moving shadows followed, too many to count.
Barlo stumbled. He turned back to face the direction he was running, flailing his arms in an effort to regain his balance. Iarion looked down at him with wide eyes
