Rogar the Arc Ranger was in the lead, his black horse looked like a shadow shooting across the fields.  Then two men from each side emerged from holes in the ground, the holes had been dug earlier and camouflaged.  It was a trap and Rogar and Mi’ Gar were the bait.  The men held bows ready with arrows as they emerged from the holes.  They let their arrows loose at Rogar.  The mighty Ranger fell from his horse filled with arrows.  The fire had worked blurring their vision and preying on their friends filled with worry was enough to catch them off guard.  Mi’ Gar, who was close behind, let loose two arrows, for Elves’s were the quickest in the land.  The arrows found their target true, one arrow hit a man in the head knocking him off his feet.  The other arrow found itself embedded in one of the men’s chest.  Three of the enemies arrows found the Elf and filled him, knocking him from his mighty steed.  Rogar stood coughing blood, he drew his mighty sword as three arrows found their way to him driving him once more to the ground this time, never to rise.  The great Arc Ranger had finally met his fate. Mi’ Gar could not stand an arrow pieced his knee and two stuck out of his chest.  He sat up, when darkness fell upon him as his head was sliced from his body.  The legendary Elf had met his fate this day fighting with honor.