You decided that the best thing to do was hold your ground. Drak was still immobile from that spell, or whatever it had been, leaving him completely went against your grain. You had been wise enough to bring along a .50 caliber machinegun, and knew how to use it.
The orcs began rushing you, expecting an easy victory, but boy were they in for a surprise. Using Drak's mount as a base of fire, you pulled back on the triggers and opened fire.
BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBMABMABMABMABMABM!!!
The orcs began flopping dead faster than a lawnmower cuts grass. Then, one of those flying creatures made an awful shriek and descended upon your position. You shifted your fire up toward the sky; the flying wraith was riddled with 50 cal and fell out of the sky, along with its passenger.
Yet this had allowed the orcs to get closer; forcing you to shift your fire back onto them. Two of the flying wraiths took advantage and swooped down screeching, you just did manage to drive them off with 50 cal. Even with modern weapons, you were still only one guy, against their endless hordes. Worst part was that Drak was still immobile.
They enemy was closing in, and you were running out of ammo. Pretty soon it would become a sword fight; sure you and Drak might take down a lot of them but eventually the sword would break, or some orc might get lucky.
Drak also seemed to realize this, "Gil!! Leave me and get out while you still can!!" he cried telepathically.
You looked behind you, revealing a small trail into a forest. You might be able to escape, but the idea of leaving Drak was repugnant beyond belief. Unfortunately, the only choice you had was to...
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