You learned that quickly enough, fighting orcs along the border. They did not take prisoners and they did not retreat, except when they were outnumbered. Such was not the case here. Even with that murderous rain of arrows making their crossing a bloody nightmare they did not falter. They knew now. The orcs were close enough to smell them. That meant they were close enough to know that they faced a small number of fighters, and none of those anywhere near the threat that another groups of orcs would pose. Ulbarich did not think they could make their numbers seem greater now, as was often the plan in the field.
Orcs smelled urine and mistook it for another person.
Too bad.
One last arrow flew over Bravin's shoulder, but it was high and wide. Ulbarich cast the bow down onto stone and flung himself forward. The broad, short sword that was his favored weapon against the orcs sprang free from his belt. Bravin was holding his ground as well as he could while the tower shook. Orcs were putting their shoulders into it below. Ulbarich did not think they had a very great chance of keeping this tower intact. Trying to outrun a beast that was this close would prove to be madness. The Captain squeezed past his subordinate's hacking blade, and drove himself into the gap, swinging mightily for the orc's exposed right side.