“Miklos,” hissed the elf, as he crouched and drew his bow off his back, hoping to squeeze off a shot at the retreating orcs. “Do not let them escape. Use the teeth to make a webwall.” The elf fired, and despite the light and his hurry, his aim was true. The arrow knifed into the lead orc, causing him to stagger to the side. The dwarfmaid Hernane quickly closed the gap and brought the orc down with a fell, reckless swing from her handaxe.
Miklos didn’t need asking twice. Who knows what denizens these orcs could call in for re-enforcements? The Mage barked a command word for his sleep spell which he knew was faster to cast and more effective in this situation.
As soon as the Orcs started to flee, Hernane pursued them she knew that they dare not allow any of the orcs to escape; else they bring even more reinforcements. If that happened, eventually the group would get overwhelmed.
Feldard moved after the fleeing orcs alongside Hernane. As the orcs succumbed to the sleep spell, the dwarves moved in to dispatch them as quickly as possible. This time none would escape.