“Archer! Fire!” I yelled out.
Two arrows zipped above my head, the air blurring around it. They found their mark in the ogre’s eye and chest. The large monster road before falling on his back, dead.
I sheathed my sword and walked over to inspect the corpse. Blood was flowing quickly from his pierced heart.
Archer ran up, her bow strapped behind her back. “Good job being the bait. Set me up nicely for a quick one-two.”
I met Archer a while back, she was an elven slave being sold at the market. I was hired to put a stop to it. I set her free and we’ve been partners ever since.
“Nice shot.” I took the Ogre’s eye and put it in a brown cloth bag. “Yuck.”
“Perks of the job huh?”
“Right right. You take point, I’ll pull rear.”
“Got it boss.”
We started making our way back to town. I wore scale-male most of the time, while Archer wore this tight black leather armor. It showed off her shapely curves.