Will felt his back and arms slowly beginning to become more and more fatigued as he continued to let his volley of arrows go. The Wargals were approaching, in a complete circle around Will. He knew he had no chance of survival, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take out as many as he could. Halt had been ambushed by a large Wargal patrol, and was cut off from helping Will in his small
skirmish turned all out war. "Tug, run!" He yelled at his loyal and obediant horse. He knew the Wargals were afraid of horses, but eventually they would kill him along with Will if he stayed in the circle of surrounding Wargals, but he knew if Tug charged, they would be frightened, creating a gap so he could escape. His master wouldn't be so lucky. There would be no escape for him. Will drew back and fired another arrow through the throat of a approaching Wargal, hearing it gurgle monstrously through its yellowed fangs as it fell. He quickly ducked and made a 180 degree spin, and shot another arrow almost as quickly as he had spun into the heart of the charging Wargal. He reached for another arrow but felt nothing but the empty leather quiver. "Damn" he thought as he threw the useless bow onto the ground and unsheathed his Saxe knife and the smaller throwing knife. The Wargals, noticing the Ranger without his Bow, began an even more aggressive flow of attack from all angles. He couldn't hold them for much longer he thought. Hacking, slashing, stabbing, slicing his way through around a dozen Wargals before finally feeling a jolt of pain and shock across his left thigh. He grunted in pain, and quickly spun around with his Saxe knife, facing the Wargal who had cut him, he quickly sliced him across the throat spraying blood across his face. Now slightly immobilized by his wound, the Wargals began to get closer and closer to Wills position. Will struck down two dozen more Wargals before feeling a sharp and agonizing pain through his back. He realized as he looked down, he had a longsword poking through his chest. He had been stabbed from behind. He fell to his knees, still blindly swinging his knives in a desperate attempt to keep the Wargals away. He looked up and could see Tug racing back down the hill with Halt and Gilan, but he knew they were too late. He could hear the Wargals chanting in victory as they knew they had finally taken the Ranger down. Will fell to his knees and dropped the Saxe, he quickly scrambled to pick it back up. He knealt, waiting for the final blow to be thrust into him. He saw the Wargal approaching him, knowing he was to be the one to get the kill on the Ranger as his companions cheered him on. In one final act of courage, Will gripped the Saxe knife, and lifted himself up with all of his remaining reserves of energy, and swung the Saxe knife in an upper cut to the Wargals chin, and drove the knife through the mouth and into the base of his head. Will collapsed with the Wargal as he was beaten by the other angry and victorious savages. He no longer felt the pain, as he saw his world fade to a warm glowing whiteness. His final thought was of his satisfaction that he had done his job as best he could. He hoped he didn't disappoint Halt too much, and he finally faded into darkness.