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save the hatchlings failed, he would never attack them again. They were placing themselves in danger to save the eggs, and he knew he wouldn’t have done the same for them. They deserved respect for their bravery. The Torg would arrive at the nesting ground in six hours.
Scotty looked from the blind on the tree and saw the other archers had followed their lead and had moved into the pathways below the giant trees. He had divided the archers into a hundred teams such that the best archers were evenly distributed. Half of the teams only had one pathway out into the forest. He had selected the most dangerous location for himself and Jingo. He looked out over the forest, waiting for what he knew was coming. The archers sat and rested as they listened to the volume of the newborns grow to the point of being almost painful. The leaders of the hundred teams sat against the trunk of the tree they were defending, watching Scotty.
Scotty looked out over the hedges and short trees and saw the dust rising from the pathways leading to the nesting ground. The hours seemed to drag as the thousand waited for the Torg to arrive. Finally, he stood up and looked at the team leaders and held up ten fingers. Ten minutes until the Torg herds arrived. The team leaders ran to get their archers ready. The volume of the newborns was now being drowned out by the bellow of the approaching Torg. Then the ground started shaking and the archers took their guns off safe.
Scotty came down the tree and joined Jingo on the ground. He looked at his friend and asked, “Has that war gland of yours kicked in yet?”
Jingo smiled, “Nope, not yet! How about that adrenal thing you’ve got?”
Scotty chuckled, “It kicked in on the warrior flying here and hasn’t turned off. Here they come.”
The Torg could be felt as well as heard. The ground was trembling under their hooves and their roars grew louder by the second. Jingo leaned over and shouted over the roar, “It’s turned on now.”
Scotty smiled as he saw the first Torg turn the corner of the pathway a hundred yards away and fired his first arrow. Jingo followed with two less than a second later as Scotty pulled the gun around and aimed for a Torg that had managed to get around the three that had fallen in front of it. Three more Torg hit the ground, and the stampeding herd rushed into the fallen animals in front and began tripping. Scotty and Jingo hit any animal that fell at the front of the charging mass, and the pathway had a mound of dead Torg four feet high extending from hedge row to hedge row. The charging Torg crashed into those in front, trampling hundreds of them as they stumbled and jumped to clear the dead and fallen Torg struggling to get up. Torg were being killed by the rushing mass as well as the arrows. Those that jumped over the barrier were hit and added their bodies to the growing mound. The barrier of dead Torg grew to six feet in less than a minute, and the charging herd continued to rush over those slowed or dead in front. The screams of the dying Torg mixed with the newborn Zord deafened the archers. The charging mass of Torg finally slowed down and stopped trampling those stopped at the wall of dead Torg. The Torg in front leaped and began climbing over the wall. Scotty hit the first to come over the top, and Jingo caught the second two before they could get their heads over the top. Scotty looked at the other two paths and saw Torg in the left pathway were less than fifty yards away. Scotty reached over and pulled Jingo’s vest. Jingo looked at him and Scotty pointed toward the archers on the left. Jingo looked and nodded. He ran over to the besieged archers and Torg began falling too fast to count. The dead Torg began forming a barrier eight feet high in less than thirty seconds and Jingo left and ran back to Scotty who had killed twenty more in his absence. Jingo took over firing as Scotty moved back and picked up four more quivers of
Scotty looked from the blind on the tree and saw the other archers had followed their lead and had moved into the pathways below the giant trees. He had divided the archers into a hundred teams such that the best archers were evenly distributed. Half of the teams only had one pathway out into the forest. He had selected the most dangerous location for himself and Jingo. He looked out over the forest, waiting for what he knew was coming. The archers sat and rested as they listened to the volume of the newborns grow to the point of being almost painful. The leaders of the hundred teams sat against the trunk of the tree they were defending, watching Scotty.
Scotty looked out over the hedges and short trees and saw the dust rising from the pathways leading to the nesting ground. The hours seemed to drag as the thousand waited for the Torg to arrive. Finally, he stood up and looked at the team leaders and held up ten fingers. Ten minutes until the Torg herds arrived. The team leaders ran to get their archers ready. The volume of the newborns was now being drowned out by the bellow of the approaching Torg. Then the ground started shaking and the archers took their guns off safe.
Scotty came down the tree and joined Jingo on the ground. He looked at his friend and asked, “Has that war gland of yours kicked in yet?”
Jingo smiled, “Nope, not yet! How about that adrenal thing you’ve got?”
Scotty chuckled, “It kicked in on the warrior flying here and hasn’t turned off. Here they come.”
The Torg could be felt as well as heard. The ground was trembling under their hooves and their roars grew louder by the second. Jingo leaned over and shouted over the roar, “It’s turned on now.”
Scotty smiled as he saw the first Torg turn the corner of the pathway a hundred yards away and fired his first arrow. Jingo followed with two less than a second later as Scotty pulled the gun around and aimed for a Torg that had managed to get around the three that had fallen in front of it. Three more Torg hit the ground, and the stampeding herd rushed into the fallen animals in front and began tripping. Scotty and Jingo hit any animal that fell at the front of the charging mass, and the pathway had a mound of dead Torg four feet high extending from hedge row to hedge row. The charging Torg crashed into those in front, trampling hundreds of them as they stumbled and jumped to clear the dead and fallen Torg struggling to get up. Torg were being killed by the rushing mass as well as the arrows. Those that jumped over the barrier were hit and added their bodies to the growing mound. The barrier of dead Torg grew to six feet in less than a minute, and the charging herd continued to rush over those slowed or dead in front. The screams of the dying Torg mixed with the newborn Zord deafened the archers. The charging mass of Torg finally slowed down and stopped trampling those stopped at the wall of dead Torg. The Torg in front leaped and began climbing over the wall. Scotty hit the first to come over the top, and Jingo caught the second two before they could get their heads over the top. Scotty looked at the other two paths and saw Torg in the left pathway were less than fifty yards away. Scotty reached over and pulled Jingo’s vest. Jingo looked at him and Scotty pointed toward the archers on the left. Jingo looked and nodded. He ran over to the besieged archers and Torg began falling too fast to count. The dead Torg began forming a barrier eight feet high in less than thirty seconds and Jingo left and ran back to Scotty who had killed twenty more in his absence. Jingo took over firing as Scotty moved back and picked up four more quivers of
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