RPG on the Portal.

The demon army rushed forward towards the dwarves from the gates of the Chaos Stronghold, as if from the mouth of Urgash... in the front, hellhounds and nightmares rushed forward, inspiring terror, followed by the rest of the demon warriors, flanking the army. But the dwarven hero, without flinching, began to slowly but steadily retreat... back towards the forest...
In a nearby grove, a detachment of paladins and bear riders waited for their turn to join the battle... Sage, Artes, Joe, and Magnus each received a bear for temporary use and now closely watched the unfolding battle...

-We are retreating - I command. Everyone, back! But quietly... no panic. That's how it has to be!

Through the eyes of the demons:
Ha! And here it is, the vaunted dwarven army! They are already running =)

We quickly catch up to them... Ha, fools - they cannot hide from us in the forest...

Our army rapidly enters the forest, sweeping and burning everything in its path... But what is this - there is no one here... Although - there is someone over there... Dwarves!!!! Kill them!!!!!!!! It's a pity that there are so few of them - this is probably a detachment that fell behind... and yet - where did the rest go, and so quickly?? Forget them - kill those who are here!!!!!!!

The dwarves form a tighter formation... And suddenly, a wall of fire rises behind us, cutting us off from the rest of the detachment... This is a trap!!!!
AAAA - arrows are flying at us, half of the hellhounds are killed, the nightmares are dying... who? how? everything is mixed up...

Oooo... a thousand dead elves, and what is this? And to top it all off...