How many do they have? Their numbers seem endless. Each time one goes down, two more step up to take their dead companion's place. Still somehow the meagre number of dwarves managed to hold the monsters at the gate. The familiar "Thrum" of his longbow releasing arrow after arrow, bring about a sense of calm for JT. Despite being in a very dangerous position, he felt truly at home. So far only minor injuries were received, nothing a little dwarves first aid and a chug of juice can't fix. Maybe we can hold out till help arrives after all. They left about a week ago, it cannot be much longer can it?

The attacks had started around the same time the little group had left. It had started with a small party of zombies that were easily silenced. But as the days continued to pass, the attacks grew more brutal. Each time more and more monsters managed to reach the gates. But with some luck each and every one were killed. So far they had been lucky but when will Lady Luck change her side. Luck is a cruel mistress and she will never stay by a side forever. This was a fact that JT knew to be true, but the moment had came much sooner than he expected.

"Arghh!" an ear-piercing scream was heard through out the castle. JT spun around to find a single zombie sticking its blade through a dwarf. Somehow it had managed to get pass their lines. As the dwarf's helmet fell off, so did long auburn hair. The dwarf had an expression of pain but her features were familiar. It was Mae. Out of all the dwarves there, the zombie had selected Mae. JT raised his bow, putting everything on his hours and hours of practice, he released the arrow. The arrow reappeared between the zombie's eyes making it resemble an unicorn for a second. With that the zombie crashed onto the gowned and crumble into dust.

Mae fell on her face and JT dashed to her side. JT pulled off her breastplate and inspected the wound. It looked pretty bad, the blade had went straight through her. It clearly have pierce through one of her lungs, blood was pouring out of the wound profusely. "Mae drink some of this. You will be fine"

"JT don't make this hard on me," Mae's usual soothing voice had turned into a hoarse whisper "I know I am going to die. First promise me something"

"Anything. Whatever it is I promise,"JT replied without any form of hesitation. He leaned in and listened to Mae croaked out the request. "No, I can promise the first one but I cannot do the other."

"JT, you had already promised,"JT picked up NoDahLag but still stood over her body hesitating. Using her last ounce of strength she shouted "DO IT! DON'T LET ME TURN! Don't let me turn, please JT please."

JT raised the bow and pulled out an arrow. JT had been shooting with a bow since he was young so why does this one feel so heavy. He shut his eyes and mumbled the Rangers' motto " Our Aim Is True" His hands slipped out of the taut string. "Thank You, JT." the soft whisper echoed through JT's mind. He knelt down and gently closed Mae's eyes. JT sat there and let tear after tear flow. He had lost more than a fellow dwarf, he had lost a friend, a sister.

Somehow the other dwarves had manage to push the monsters back. Luck had changed sides, Mae was not the only death they had lost at least another ten other dwarves. On top of that many dwarves had received serious injuries. One of the dwarves walked up to JT. "Ranger, what do we do? Sureshot is killed and so many others. What do we do?"

JT scanned the faces of the dwarves, everyone shares the same expression. Fear. They are looking for answers for a reason not to give up. Ziros' words came to his mind again "We must show no fear" and with that he started a speech"What do we do? We do what we have always done, we fight! We honor our fallen allies. We make sure their sacrifice is not in vain. If you want a reason to continue the fight, let it be for the ones who are fighting beside you, the ones who fought beside you. That is our reason to fight."