Urla was tending to Rok, who got injured by some thrown daggers the Hay-yen chucked at him. Although the wounds did not hit vital organs, they were deep enough to warrant quick first aid, lest the young swine end up losing more blood than he could afford.
As she was about done, Urla could hear Woh's croaking near her ear. "U-urla! Spek is hurtin' and Michael's trying to stop the bleedin' but is not looking good.
"I just finished my work here. I will be with them in a moment." The elder tuskir said as she tossed a few vials and clean rags back in her cart of supplies, strapped up. With a short chant the circular area of moving wind that she conjured a few times before appeared. Passing through it, Urla began to move in a quicker sprint than her age would normally allow.
Woh was about to follow up, but her retreat was stopped by a loud squeal from the front gates. There Runhar, covered in armor made of dirt was fighting two Dire Hay-yens. The magical armor was starting to crumble in places as the packed dirt gave way to small bits of the boarman's fur or leather armor underneath.
The tiny pink frog then puffed up her gullet as her bubbly eyes looked about at the perimeter wall and the buildings inside the village.
Runhar was furiously clashing axe and shield with the daggers of one of his opponents while the second one began stalking and circling behind.
"Oh, no you don't, ribbit!" She squeaked a growl under her breath, while hopping to one of the huts near the stalking enemy. Once at the top of it, she leapt down landing on all her four limbs right on top of the meat puppet's head. She looked down towards the Hay-yen's blue burning eyes with a big dopey smile. "Hello!" She said letting out a croaked snicker, emitting the same type of energy akin to a mischievous goblin.
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"YOU!" The Hay-yen growled as if Woh was its enemy of old.
"Don't think I know ya, but you don' seem like good friend material." The pink amphoran then opened her amphibian maws and she shot out her tongue right at the Hay-yen's eye.
"AGH! You tiny bastard, this is the second puppet you are costing m-" The body of the Dire Hay-yen began to convulse and foam at the maw, as the blue eyed would dim and the meat puppet would crumple.
Woh, rode out the fall by holding onto the Hay-yen's fur, once off on solid dirt, she gazed towards Runhar.
The captain of the guards had now backed up from the Hay-yen attacker, which gave the blue eyed mutt the chance to pepper his shield with throwing daggers. Still this defensive maneuver was nowhere nearly as cowardly as it may seem. Runhar dug his feet into the dirt and with the shield held up he muttered under his breath, his runed bracelet starting to spin around his wrist.
"LANDSLIDE!" He then declared as he rushed the Hay-yen, shield up, his form a blur as he shield bashed the Hay-yen into the wooden wall behind it. When the meat puppet bounced with a pained cackled yelp, Runhar roared a ear piercing squeak as he brought down his hand axe right into it's skull, making it hit the dirt with a bloody thud.
"RRRGHA! Ghaaah! Haaah!" He roared, panting, as he yanked his axe out of the split skull of the dead eyed enemy.
"Wow... now you are sounding like Michael, a lot more." Woh said as she adressed Runhar, who flinched with his shield up when she spoke.
"Agh... hah... yeah... this is my first... well... Siege and I am supposed to know what I am doing and not die. Aye, tis a bit... stressful... I might be a wee bit... stretched thin... Rok is alive?" Runhar asked while keeping an eye on the wall and his ears perked, twitching in reaction to any sound of scraping, growling or cackling.
"Yuppers. He is ok. Urla let him rest a few huts deeper in. I can watch yer back until he gets his bearings." The poisonous frog said cheerfully, while Runhar eyed her most recent kill, still spasming on the ground with foam at the mouth.
"Don't gotta ask me twice. Welcome to the guard, Woh." Runhar said with a chuckled oink leaving his throat.