The sight before Keagan had become all too familiar in the past few weeks. Since his joining groups of growling, snarling monsters and screams of terror or challenge had become his day to day routine. This time was no different except for the fact that he was alone. While he was more than a match for any four or five dark spawn, being 6'4 230lbs. and had spent four years in service to the king before the Wardens, he was unarmed. Having no weapons and cut off from the other wardens; Keagan found himself in a new situation. But, he damned sure wasn't going to lie down and die. He stood fast in front of ten dark spawn and roared defiantly and charged forward. The first genlock in his way was shoulder blocked to the ground, two hurlocks were similarly grounded, and next he jump kicked a Hurlock bolter who loosed an arrow which took out the other archer nearby. Keagan knew unless he got his hands on a weapon all he was doing was wasting time and energy, blasted dark spawn never get tired. With the few seconds his quick onslaught had bought him, he quickly searched the downed bolter and found a dagger. He quickly pulled it out and promptly stabbed its previous owner before removing and facing the remaining eight foes. Two genlocks, five hurlocks, and one emissary remained, the genlocks would be easiest, short and slow; one swipe each would take them down, the hurlocks wouldn't go down too easy; tall, strong and carrying shields, a dagger wouldn't do, but a sword from one of the genlocks would help; parry with the dagger and attack with the sword. The emissary would be the hardest; it would be throwing spells the whole time making it difficult to take out the others, he would need to get around the others and take it out first. Suddenly, from behind him a dagger flew past his ear and slammed into the head of the emissary who fell dead. Keagan turned and found his companions charging forward, two elves, three humans, and a dwarf, all wardens and all deadly. They charged the dark spawn and slew them with ease, the elves Finley and Aar, armed with daggers moved with deadly grace and accuracy among their foes, the dwarf Boric, short and strong swung his axe in high arcs never missing, two of the humans Alaric and Tara, armed with shields and maces smashed against the shielded hurlocks. The final human Solana, a mage stayed back next to Keagan and began throwing lightning from her hand and staff assisting in bringing down the last of their foes. With their foes down the warriors sheath their weapons and catch their breaths. "Thank you, my friends." Keagan said walking towards Alaric holding out his hand. Alaric slapped his hand away and grabbed him by the top of his chest plate and roughly pulls him forward and all but screams at him, "I told you to stay put! I told you to hold position until we got back! In the Makers name, what are you thinking running off by yourself in the sodding Deep Roads? Answer me damn it!" Keagan shook his head but answered, "I thought I heard something, I went to check and the path beneath me gave way. I tried climbing out but there was no footing so I had to look for another path. I had no idea it would lead me to where you were scouting. I'm sorry." Alaric released him and let out a long breath, "Are you alright?" he asked finally. "Yes." Keagan replied, "You got to me just in time it would seem." Boric let a snort, "It would seem? It would seem that it's now four times I've saved your ass, kid!" he let out a laugh while pulling a flask from his pouch. Finley and Aar stood off to the side like always remaining quite. Solana came up to Keagan and put a hand on his shoulder, "Keagan, are you truly alright?" Keagan smiled at her and said, "I'm fine, only a few bumps and bruises. I'll be fine." Tara came up to Alaric and said, "We should get moving back to camp and rest. We're still ten miles from Dace's Cross." Alaric nodded, "Move out!"