Watching Haakon is finally too much for Tawna. Wereweasels as a rule do not prefer frontal attacks, even when odds favor them. Too charge at an enemy that is so grossly beyond one’s capability… mind boggling. After the “Dine in Valhalla” speech, now this… Something snaps and her self preservation instinct takes over, and she breaks away and transforms, and vanishes into the night.
Haakon advances, and perhaps it is just the warbeast’s agitated state that keeps Haakon alive, because he could easily be gored by the great tusks. As close as they are, Haakon notices that the Huns have decided that tusks are not enough. They have fixed massive metal blades to them, making the tusks long, serrated weapons that sweep like scythes.
Haakon also finds his armor sliced by two arrows, shot at him by the Orcs now on the ground around the warbeast.
Another arrow bounces off Cirostis’s armor, and one off his shield, as Cirostis hits the nearest of the Orcs. The warbeast handler turns his animal towards Cirostis, and urges it forwards, and very rapidly closes the distance to Cirostis’s “if approached” radius. Cirostis cannot get a good angle on the shaman from the ground- he probably can’t tell that there is a shaman up there. And there’s such confusion up there, with the lion fighting… hard to tell what’s going on. The Dwarf backs off to follow wherever the Elves went.
Haakon is faced with the awesome task of climbing up onto a moving, fighting warbeast that doesn’t have a convenient ladder. He grabs at the ties of the great rope harness and pulls- but he doesn’t have an easy way up. It will be a hard climb and the creature is swaying.
Ordinarily, the Orcs on top of a warbeast deal with “climbers” by using long spears, but things are a little… busy. The one warbeast swings north while the others waddle past, still going east. The shaman and the lion fight a vicious duel. Neither gets the upper hand, and both are quickly bloodied and weak.
Aglan tries to round up the Elves and get some order going to the retreat. The unexpectedly aggressive counterattack of Haakon and Cirostis didn't fit their way of thinking at all- it had some of the nearby Elves puzzled- are we doing the "hit and run" that we usually do, or are we attacking? They are far more scattered than Aglan would want them to be, and he cannot rally them all.
From the east there is a terrible howling.
"The Worgs," Aglan says to Cirostis.