A distant soft rolling thunder can be heard coming from deep inside the woods.

It is moving fast and shifting its heading without breaking rhythm.

Before the source can be identified, a few deadly shafts break through the thick trees with lightning speed.

Large shadowy objects quickly follow the piercing arrows.

A horn blast shatters any will to stand in the way of the stampede.

A band of commanding stallions burst through the brush and charge into their enemies.

The dark woods are now flashing with steel and magic.

The intensity of elvish combat is combined with the hot fury of feral beasts of the woods.