To his right he sent his Warg Spearmen, and to the Left his Warg Archers. He would himself lead the Goblin Sword Masters, the Lycanthrope, and the Alchemist up the center of the field leaving a warband of Orc archers behind him to give him covering fire. The Elves appeared to be deployed in such a way that they hoped to hold their left flank with only Elven archers while their Dragon Cavalry, Rangers, and the Lotus Eater would follow their leader, riding his mighty Dragonbane Warkiller and wielding the magical Trident of Neptune, up the center. A huge Blue Ice Dragon was spotted sneaking up the Elven right flank. Ran �Po Gaf knew that the dragon may well pose a problem to his Warg Archers, but there was little he could do now to help them.
Ran �Po Gaf saw the Elven Dragon Cavalry entering the ruins and smiled. That was exactly where he had hoped they would go. The confined spaces there would work to his advantage and nullify the dragon rider�s greater mobility. His Alchemist had similar thoughts and tossed a firebomb into the center of the ruins hoping to turn the place into an inferno. Unfortunately it bounced before exploding only setting one wall ablaze. As the Blackblood and Elven centers moved towards each other, the Blue Ice Dragon pounced on the Warband of Warg Archers moving up the Elven right flank. With a single breath from the icy monster, the entire warband froze solid and dropped dead never knowing that they were even being attacked.
Things were not starting well, but Ran �Po Gaf did not get worried until he tried and failed to summon his Magical Black Panther. What else could go wrong? His question was quickly answered when almost in the same instant a trio of calamities occurred. The Blue Lotus eater cast a sky chariot spell and the Elven archers rode the wind to land directly behind his previously undetected Warg Spearmen! Second, the Blue Ice Dragon came around the woods behind him and again wiped out a entire warband, this time his Orc archers, with his icy breath. Then finally, Choralon had thrown his trident and had miraculously killed Ran �Po Gaf�s alchemist. Things were starting to get desperate.
The Blackblood got their first break when the Elven Archers where able to kill only a single Warg Spearmen with their surprise appearance. The enraged spearmen turned around wiped out the entire warband of archers in very short order. The Lycanthrope next to Ran �Po Gaf had transformed into a werewolf and leapt over the still twitching body of the Alchemist to engage Choralon. Ran �Po Gaf meanwhile tried once again to summon his panther, and this time was successful, then the two of them turned and charged the Blue Ice Dragon behind them. In a flurry of claws and steal, the surprised Dragon was brought low in record time. Things began to look up for the Blackblood.
In the center, Goblin Sword Masters fought off Elven Rangers and Dragon Cavalry while the Werewolf fought Choralon. Several Goblins and Elven Dragon Riders fell in the vicious fighting, but the telling blow came when Choralon fell to the grievously wounded Werewolf. The Werewolf was so badly wounded in fact, that it died before it could reach it�s next opponent. The two had quite literally killed each other. The Elven Rangers and the Lotus eater where all that remained to face Ran �Po Gaf and his panther, a single Goblin Sword Master, and three Warg Spearmen. To add to that, the Rangers had uncharacteristically succumbed to fear when Ran �Po Gaf screamed his war yell. The Lotus Eater realized that there was only a single hope left. He cast the last of his magic and Sky Charioted the Rangers to the safety of a nearby wood leaving himself exposed to the angry Blackblood. He stoically turned to face them even as they rushed him and cut him pieces.
The surviving Blackblood converged on the remaining Rangers to finish them off. But as they approached the Rangers, Ran �Po Gaf�s Panther turned to smoke and dissipated returning to the ethereal plane. At the same time, the Rangers rallied and overcame their fear. Things were suddenly even once again. The surviving combatants paused for a moment looking at each other across the short piece of ground that separated them. Nothing but heavy breathing and the dripping of sweat and blood broke the silence. Then with a final yell the two sides came together with a resounding clash. Swords rose and fell as did the cries of the wounded. In only a few seconds it was over. Ran �Po Gaf, blood running freely down his left leg, alone stood over the fallen. The Elves were beaten, but they did not go down easily. He had lost his entire force, and was himself wounded. He did not relish the thought of returning to his king and explaining how it came about that he was the only survivor.
But then again, he had survived worse things than the wrath of his king.