Pwent charged forward and tackled the enemy. The stunned orc only stared as the battlerager ripped him to pieces. Pwent stood and charged the next enemy, until a silver bolt flew over his shoulder and stuck in the orc's chest.
Pwent turned around and yelled at Drizzt, "Ye stole me kill, elf!" Drizzt shrugged.
Pwent ran forward again and lowered his head. A goblin tried to scramble out of the way of the deadly helmet spike, but was to slow. Pwent roared with laughter as the creature bounced wildly upon his head. Another arrow streaked by and Pwent fell quiet. Drizzt rushed by and shot another arrow into the darkness. A scream followed.
Pwent followed close behind, knowing without Drizzt by his side, he would die in minutes. They turned left and came into a large chamber crawling with goblins and orcs. Drizzt raised the magical bow Taulimaril and fired shot after shot into the crowd.
"Well," Drizzt said. ", go down there and kill them."
Pwent stared at him for a moment and bellowed a war cry, before running headlong into the teeming chamber. He ran into the thick of the enemy and started flailing wildly, his body being his weapon. In seconds a two foot radius was cleared of enemies around the wild dwarf. He smiled in satisfaction.
More shots flew from the magical bow. More orcs were taken to the ground. In more than one case, two orcs would be stuck together by one arrow. Such was the power of Taulimaril.
But for every arrow that the drow let fly, two arced back at him. He knew he would need to leave his position soon to help his friend and keep from being killed by the many arrows flying at him. He dropped the bow and drew his scimitars.
Drizzt sprinted forward as archers started adjusting their aim to hit him. He came within a foot of the front ranks and jumped high, stabbing down with his weapons as he went. He landed in front of an orc and beheaded the beast. In two strides, Drizzt was in front of an archer and was stabbing him in the chest.
The drow ran past him and came up in front of a troll who had just arrived. The thing smirked and slammed down with a club to kill the elf. But Drizzt was quick and dove inside the monsters reach. He jumped again and put a scimitar in each eye, blinding the troll. Drizzt landed and rolled backward as the beast flailed wildly.
"Pwent! I need help!"
The battlerager looked over and saw the drow being surrounded by more than thirty enemies, with archers helping them. He charged forward punching and kicking in every which direction. Enemies fled before him.
The dwarf and drow met up and went back to back, as close as they could get anyway because of Pwent's spiked armor. Scimitars flashed and beasts fell. A spiked glove and spiked feet went out in all directions piercing orc and goblin alike.
And so the two fought the evil creatures and moved through different tunnels branching from that room. They finally killed the last enemy after two hours of relentless fighting.
"Good to have you as a friend, Pwent," Drizzt gasped after the fighting. "I don't think I would have made it if you hadn't helped."
The dwarf laughed and patted the drow on the shoulder. "Thank ya, elf. Yer a good friend yerself! I was glad to fight beside ya!"
Drizzt smiled and started walking down the corridor, back to Mithral Hall. He smiled again as he heard the dwarf grumbling about not having ale to drink.