The High Elves gripped their pole arms tightly as the tidal wave of Undead creatures smashed into their line. The Dire Wolves leapt upon the White Lions, Phoenix Guard and the Dragon Prince Champion - eager for blood.

Two more Undead wolves snapped at the heels of the indomitable hero facing off against the Bat Swarm. Yet more bats flew in to join the veritable cyclone of winged bloodsuckers harassing the valiant hero. One of the Fell Bats flew across the battlefield and attacked a member of the Phoenix Guard. The other Fell Bat tried to continue its assault upon the beleaguered Dragon Prince as he struggled frantically to get the winged beast off him.

The Spirit Host and the Banshee continued their slow, ghostly advance towards the High Elf lines.

Slashing across the mangy fur-lined chest of the Fell Bat, the Dragon Prince finally downed the third Fell Bat he had been fighting. The thing lay at his feet, still animated with an evil malice in its eyes.

The Dragon Prince Champion, desperate to get to grips with the enemy, met the charge of the Dire Wolves head on. These beasts were not of the same caliber as the mighty champion, and his blade cleaved a wolf in two with every stroke.

The massed tidal wave of wolves charging the White Lions met stiff resistance. One of the White Lions was mauled, dropping to the floor, the wolf’s snout wet with blood. The White Lions Champion dodged his assailant’s claws and struck his mighty axe on the wolf’s leg, disabling it, but not killing it outright. The final wolf and White Lion were locked firmly in close combat.

Trying to snap at the neck of the Phoenix Guard, the jaws of the Fell Bat were held at bay by the warrior with the shaft of his halberd. Pushing the gigantic bat away down the steps, the Phoenix Guard rammed the butt of his halberd into the creature’s face, stunning it. His companion being attacked by the Dire Wolf was not as lucky, as he was knocked to the ground under the filthy paws of the undead creature.

With a massive war cry, the entire High Elf force charged into the fray, eager to help their comrades under attack and rid the foul Undead from their land. The White Lions redoubled their efforts as another of their number charged a Dire Wolf. The Phoenix Guard also grimly entered the fray, one coming to the aid of his downed fellow and another, Elthanon the Keeper of the Flame, moved in to help the White Lions. The Dragon Prince injured by the Fell Bat managed to stem the gush of blood in his neck and turned over to face his attacker.

Arianar-eth turned to face the oncoming threat of the three wolves in the open, which were about to pounce on the Phoenix Guard at any moment. Two arrows fell by the wolves’ feet, but one pierced the eye of the leading creature, turning it to dust immediately as the spells animating it were undone.

The Dragon Prince fighting the three Fell Bats finally killed the finally member of their number as his horse trampled the foul monstrosity into the ground.

The Phoenix Guard aiding his companion slashed with his halberd as the wolf tried to finish the injured Phoenix Guard. The blow from the pole-arm slashed the creature of the night across its temple, knocking it over to the ground.

Drakemaster Staris got the better of the wolf opposing him, his finely crafted sword slicing the snarling head from its shoulders.

The Phoenix Guard on the steps of the watchtower tried to run the Fell Bat through while it was still down and missed as the vile thing twitched to one side.

Now the large swirling combat between the White Lions and the Dire Wolves to the right of the tower reached its peak. The White Lions fought with vigour and valour, but could not vanquish their foes totally. In return one of the wolves knocked a White Lion to the floor, trying to gnash at his throat, but was stopped short by the Lion’s axe. The charging Phoenix Guard came to their aid, as all seemed lost, severely wounding one of the wolves before they could overwhelm the White Lions.

The recovering Dragon Prince managed to roll out of the way of the persistent Fell Bat that was trying to drain his lifeblood.

Commander Dalthimar continued his assault upon the swarms of bats surrounding him. His sword flash out, often killing several of the fiends with one swipe and driving them back. The Dire Wolves tried to drag the Commander off his horse, but the stalwart steed refused to give up its rider.