Kirin stood with his hand on the pommel of his short sword. He stared in loathing at the dwarf. Likewise, the dwarf had retrieved a double-bitted ax and stared contemptuously at the elf. Neither spoke.
Suddenly, the pony reared up and squealed. The dwarf managed to keep the animal from bolting away by holding onto its reigns. Dwarves were known for their strength, and when they plant themselves firmly, it is almost impossible to budge them.
Sss, thwak! Sss, thwak!
Their stalemate was broken by the sound of arrows hissing through the air, striking the ground and dead trees around them. A chorus of wild howls broke the silence. Kirin ducked down and unslung his bow from his shoulder. In a swift, smooth motion, he knocked an arrow to the string and pulled it back. His eyes darted back and
