Summer 965 MC
Urgon urged on his Orc hunters as they crossed an open field, the enemy visible on the distant hill. Bolts began to whizz by, doing little damage at such an extreme distance, but he knew they were merely gauging the range. Once he gave the order, his hunters began loosing off their own arrows while his spears kept up their advance. Sure enough, the enemy switched targets, sending volleys at the archers in a vain attempt to prevent them from continuing their rain of death. The Orc chieftain smiled, knowing it was a mistake that would cost the Norlanders considerably. Now free of the troublesome bolts, his spears began crossing the stream.
To the west, Sir Heward swung his contingent wide, keeping the enemy cavalry in sight. The Norland lighter horse was directly north of him
