On the Outskirts

[Peter]

Peter brought his sword full bout and parried the attack of the Dwarf. "Thank you Serenity, I will need all the help we can muster" The he pressed the attack on the dwarf using a series of sweeping strokes aimed at the head of the Dwarf. he used his height advantage to press the attack under unrelenting barrage of his defenses. At this rate one of two things would happen, the Dwarf would relent or Peter would tire and drop his defense. But that mattered very little for his bones still rattled with t he inspiration of the Great Lion.

There would be no retreat for the Narnians this day. Today the Witch would be delivered a Message one that said that Narnia had not forgotten where its loyalties lie and there their hearts remain true. And that with this power there would be no stopper.

"Drive them to the River!" he proclaimed one more time giving the fresh troops the orders the rest were trying to cary out. "Flee... Dwarf. This is not.... your day to ... Die!" he pounded out under the strokes of his mighty blade.

[The Guy who Made the Skin]

OOC: Where is the darn witch, she hasn't posted in forever. We can't roleplay evil without the witch.

[Serenity]

"No problem, Peter. This should be enough people." She smiled and rode off into battle, killing many and driving away the others. She continued happily with her sword in one hand and the rains in the other.

[Peter]

Instantly he saw the danger of a gaping Front flank. Peter gave a mighty kick with his right leg aimed at the chest of the Dwarf and lept from a shelfing rock to a ledge below that was infested with the enemy troops. Upon landing he hewed his first foe from neck to nape and spun his flashing blade about through the stomach of another.

Then a wave of adrenaline coursed through his body and his heart began to pulse with t he might of a hundred violins. Swiftly his sword fell upon his enemies and in this moment with the voice of Aslan still flowing through his veins, his wrath was terrible indeed. Peter had taken his position to heart and he would all, even his life to defend these people who had put their faith in him even before he himself knew who he was. He would repay them with his life if need be, but for now, there was victory at hand and not a moment to spare. he dashed toward the flank on one of the creatures he was engaged with and cleaved its arm off the spun quickly to avoid a strike from another oppressor. All the while waiting and watching for an attack by the Dwarf he had challenged before, no doubt he would come looking for him.

[justafawn]

Just a Fawn ran in, somewhat apprehensively at first. Weilding a short sword with a poultice of herbs around her neck for protection, she joined a friendly looking gorilla near the back. Breathing deeply, she turned to face the White Witch's army