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arrows. He looked at the openings into the clearing and didn’t see any archers. They had to be holding the Torg off up the pathways. The noise was thunderous.
After an hour the wall of dead Torg was fifteen feet high, and Scotty sent the archers up into the tree’s blind to fire on the Torg trying to climb the wall. Once they were in place, he and Jingo sprinted across to the tree just south of them. Scotty scrambled up the tree, knelt in the blind, and looked down on a vision from hell. The herd of Torg had charged into the wall and had pushed dead animals forward. The wall slowly moved and then toppled forward. Scotty began hitting the ones in the front ranks and Jingo added his fire. A mound of dead began piling up as Jingo hit them before they could pass. Scotty picked off the ones in back attempting to push the mound over. Three archers joined Scotty in the blind and the mound not only grew in height, but now width. Scotty saw that this mound was going nowhere and he scampered down the tree and motioned for Jingo to join him. Over the next five hours they supported the groups of archers wherever the Torg threatened a breakthrough.
Jingo grabbed Scotty’s arm and pointed at the quivers behind the southern archers. There were only thirty five left and Scotty realized it was not going to be enough. He looked at Jingo, shrugged and hugged his friend. Jingo smiled and nodded. They grabbed a quiver and sprinted back to the northern line.
Vring and Zreeg arrived at the community and Vring saw the young female that was the four armed two-leg’s mate. He thought to her, “We need all the arrows you have.”
Jesa’s heart went into her throat and she yelled for Jing, who came rushing up, and Vring said, “We are going to need every arrow you can spare.”
Samuel arrived and the two began yelling orders. Jesa came up and looked at Vring saying nothing. Vring stared at her and said, “I don’t know. We can’t see into the forest to know if he is still alive. I’m sorry.”
Jesa nodded and said, “Please help him come back to me.”
Vring stared at her and replied, “If I have to die trying, I will do my best to make that happen, little one.”
Jesa ran forward and hugged the Zord’s front leg. Vring was touched by her emotions, and began to feel his heart beat increase. He looked at Zreeg and said, “I will carry the first load into the forest.”
“Vring, how are you going to get these weapons to the nests? There is no room to fly and walking is certain death.”
“There is a space between the lower branches and the smaller trees. I’m small enough to manage it. I’ve got to try.”
“You’ll never make it. There are too many trees to dodge. Carrying the weapons will weigh you down.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
Zreeg just shook his head.
Zreeg grabbed five hundred quivers in his front talons and Vring clutched an additional two hundred. They flapped, lifted slowly off the ground, and began their flight. The only thing that saved them was a southerly wind that allowed them to glide most of the distance.
Scotty and Jingo heard the screams, ran toward one of the giant trees, and saw the first Torgs round the curve at its base. The eighty five archers sent to hold had been overrun and killed. Scotty hit the first three and Jingo killed the next eight. Ten other archers joined them and the Torg began running around the back of the trunk to avoid the mass of their dead. Now two hundred archers joined the killing and Torg dead began filling the space around the trunk. Scotty looked at his quiver and saw he only had two bundles remaining. He looked around and saw the others were also running out. The Torg began pulling their dead away from the tree and Scotty knew they had failed. Once the mound was removed, they would be overwhelmed. Just as the first Torg came through the gap Scotty head a loud screech over head and saw Vring drop
After an hour the wall of dead Torg was fifteen feet high, and Scotty sent the archers up into the tree’s blind to fire on the Torg trying to climb the wall. Once they were in place, he and Jingo sprinted across to the tree just south of them. Scotty scrambled up the tree, knelt in the blind, and looked down on a vision from hell. The herd of Torg had charged into the wall and had pushed dead animals forward. The wall slowly moved and then toppled forward. Scotty began hitting the ones in the front ranks and Jingo added his fire. A mound of dead began piling up as Jingo hit them before they could pass. Scotty picked off the ones in back attempting to push the mound over. Three archers joined Scotty in the blind and the mound not only grew in height, but now width. Scotty saw that this mound was going nowhere and he scampered down the tree and motioned for Jingo to join him. Over the next five hours they supported the groups of archers wherever the Torg threatened a breakthrough.
Jingo grabbed Scotty’s arm and pointed at the quivers behind the southern archers. There were only thirty five left and Scotty realized it was not going to be enough. He looked at Jingo, shrugged and hugged his friend. Jingo smiled and nodded. They grabbed a quiver and sprinted back to the northern line.
Vring and Zreeg arrived at the community and Vring saw the young female that was the four armed two-leg’s mate. He thought to her, “We need all the arrows you have.”
Jesa’s heart went into her throat and she yelled for Jing, who came rushing up, and Vring said, “We are going to need every arrow you can spare.”
Samuel arrived and the two began yelling orders. Jesa came up and looked at Vring saying nothing. Vring stared at her and said, “I don’t know. We can’t see into the forest to know if he is still alive. I’m sorry.”
Jesa nodded and said, “Please help him come back to me.”
Vring stared at her and replied, “If I have to die trying, I will do my best to make that happen, little one.”
Jesa ran forward and hugged the Zord’s front leg. Vring was touched by her emotions, and began to feel his heart beat increase. He looked at Zreeg and said, “I will carry the first load into the forest.”
“Vring, how are you going to get these weapons to the nests? There is no room to fly and walking is certain death.”
“There is a space between the lower branches and the smaller trees. I’m small enough to manage it. I’ve got to try.”
“You’ll never make it. There are too many trees to dodge. Carrying the weapons will weigh you down.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
Zreeg just shook his head.
Zreeg grabbed five hundred quivers in his front talons and Vring clutched an additional two hundred. They flapped, lifted slowly off the ground, and began their flight. The only thing that saved them was a southerly wind that allowed them to glide most of the distance.
Scotty and Jingo heard the screams, ran toward one of the giant trees, and saw the first Torgs round the curve at its base. The eighty five archers sent to hold had been overrun and killed. Scotty hit the first three and Jingo killed the next eight. Ten other archers joined them and the Torg began running around the back of the trunk to avoid the mass of their dead. Now two hundred archers joined the killing and Torg dead began filling the space around the trunk. Scotty looked at his quiver and saw he only had two bundles remaining. He looked around and saw the others were also running out. The Torg began pulling their dead away from the tree and Scotty knew they had failed. Once the mound was removed, they would be overwhelmed. Just as the first Torg came through the gap Scotty head a loud screech over head and saw Vring drop
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