Tillen was on his way before the archer ever hit the ground. He worked his way through the fighting, toward the general direction of where he remembered the ogre was. His blades twirled and sliced, focusing he energy only where needed. He flowed through the battle as if the wind its self was carrying him, always spinning, turning, always moving.
One soldier thought, that with all the spinning and turning, that he would be able to catch this would be hero off guard. As Tillen spun around to him, the soldier brought his sword down over his head, seeing to cleave this man in half. Tillen side stepped the cleave and continued his spin around behind the man. Once behind the soldier, Tillen continued to spin, though wrapping his arm around the man's shoulder, spinning the man with him. The spin carried both men around an Arterian soldier and into the trust of a Gathen sword. The man's face was of pure shock and disbelief. He had been killed by one of his own comrades. The Arterian soldier, Tillen and the Gathen soldier all watched the dead man fall to the ground. Tillen met the Gathen's gaze that brimmed with pure hatred and rage. A primal cry exploded from the man, propelling him forward his sword leading the way. Tillen stepped to the right as he batted the oncoming charge to the left, leaving his attacker wide open for the killing strike from the Arterian soldier. Both men nodded to each other and were on their separate ways. Tillen could have easily killed the man, but letting another have the kill was good for morale and confidence.
Following the screams of death and the occasional flying body, Tillen soon found his query. The ogre was big even for ogre standards, standing at least two and a half men taller then Tillen. The ogre was clad in what looked like a form fitting suite of silver plate mail, that covered everything but his head. Rare for an ogre. Tillen started a straight run at the ogre, sheathing one sword and retrieving several throwing knives about his body and sending them at the ogre. The knives, not intended to inflict damage but incite his attention, harmlessly clinked off the ogres armor. The ruse worked and the ogre turned his fury from a much relieved Arterian to Tillen. The ogre, seeing the little man running straight at him, was only to happy to oblige him with a quick death and smiled. He hoisted his large metal spiked club and swung his club across in front of him, thinking to swipe this crazy man straight off his feet.
The ogres metal club was huge and its spikes were covered in blood and remains, showing the effectiveness the brute was having. Tillen, still running full speed, waited till the last moment, dropped to one knee and leaned back as far as he could the club passing over head. One of the spikes caught Tillen right above his left eye and almost threatened to pull him down. Tillen held his balance and came out of the slide still with most of his momentum, slamming both swords into the gut of the ogre. The ogres silver form fitting suite was magical and left its attackers with a nasty little surprise. Tillen Grey felt as if the ogre has actually hit him. His ears were ringing and his whole body felt like he was part of an earthquake. The ogre roared with laughter as he watched Tillen try to regain in senses, he then took a step and backhanded the dizzy man. Tillen saw the hit coming but could do nothing about it. He took the hit and grunted as he slammed into the ground some thirty paces away. The impact was not as bad as it could have been, but it did leave Tillen breathless. He laid there trying to get his breathe and his senses as he watched the still grinning ogre lumbering his way, club hoisted over his shoulder, ready to finish was Tillen had started.

Tillen Tirelessly worked his bow as he worked the enemy line. For every arrow that he let soar, an enemy soldier fell. Tillen had placed himself in the middle of the Arterian battle formation in hopes that he would be able to lend his aide where ever need and also so that he would be able to take care of any potential threats before they became major problems.
Tillen's right flank had been drawn out and was completely engulfed in the battle. His left flank was still holding but its numbers were thinning and was threatening to break. Tillen focused his arrows to that flank hopping to give enough support that they might hold, at least for a little while longer.
A commotion in the distance gave Tillen a moments pause. Tillen wasn't a veteran to battle but he figured he would know the usual din of battle. Men flying threw the air shouldn't be one of them. Tillen focused his sight and was instantly viewing the battle up close. An ogre. They had called upon an ogre. And a fairly big and robust one at that. The bigger the ogre, the better at killing they were. This was that potential problem. Though his sight let him see the ogre from his point, killing it from there was out of the question. He would have to work his way over to meet him.
Tillen was abruptly brought back to himself when an arrow clipped his bow string and just barely missed his face. This string magically grew back as Tillen replaced his bow on its spot on his back and located the origin his the arrow. His would be killer as a young archer with the grim look of determination on his face and was already pulling back his second arrow. Tillen reached into the small of his back and pulled forth his two small swords. The archer let loose his second arrow, again missing, thought this time because the the last second move of Tillen's head. The kid was a decent archer, though his aim a little high. Most likely because he tilted his head to far back, still not totally comfortable with the task at hand. He had potential. To bad he would never reach it. And it wouldn't be the fault of his teacher. Tillen was upon the archer in an instant. His lead sword swiping away the bow, his follow sword swiping away the throat.