Miklos spun on his heel and launched the pent up magic at the Orcs rushing at Maruc with a swipe of his wrist. The arcane force leapt at the grotesque creatures. The three orcs fell into instant slumber, landing with a thud.
Saeth parried another blow, continuing the fight against the mighty Orc. Deepening her voice as much as possible, she continued her shouts in Orcish. “They’re not headed to the Main Hall! They’re going the other way!” It wouldn’t fool these three, no, four for a minute, but perhaps the human could be tricked.
As the Elf and her orcish foe were locked in combat, Nicolai stealthily crawled his way under the folds of the curtain, put himself in a position to the rear or the large orc. With the Orc’s attention focused on the elf, the young rogue launched a swordstroke deep into the humanoid’s back.
With her enemy dead, the Elf shared the cheerful news with her companions. “Expect reinforcements. And allot your energy accordingly, Miklos.”
Miklos nodded at the elf. “Once we have mastery of this chamber, we will have a defensible position at the exit. I can prepare for the next assault.”
There were three entrances to the main hall; the double doors at the entrance which were barred shut, the stairs from which they had come and another door in the opposite corner of the room.
From behind the black curtain, Feldard grunted at the news of more. He kept at the armoured orc, striking at him with his axe. The orc was fighting with the ferocity of a cornered beast.