Your first risky shot is a close call, Dexx- it just misses Talin and thuds into the ground between him and the Chiorc.
Anglomir, these men are being pushed back.
"We don't have a damn chance!" one of them cries. You find yourself opposed by two orcish spearmen, grinning with the triumph they sense, whilst a javelineer prepares to impale you at short range.
William, you shoot down a javelineer from up top. There are still five of them firing down upon the caravan and they are only getting more accurate.
Your off-hand throw is not all you want it to be, Talin. The javelin barely imbeds in the Chiorc's armour and falls to the ground.
His ball and chain swings down. The ball lands ON your spear head, driving it into the ground and physically lifting you into the air. The spearhead is smashed. Your companion runs forward to engage it.
Farael, a spear stuck just underneath his left shoulder, fights on. The silvery spike on the rear of his warhammer seems to pass through the orcish armour like a knife through paper, and the small end of his warhammer head punctures neat and fatal holes in them too. Still he shouts in Adunaic, a battle fury taking him. As he smashes down another orc, his other opponents run from him, not wanting to face this furious man who stands with many orcish dead around him.
(Situation at lines:
Front Line: 4 men, 2 archers
Side Line: Gone
Rear line: 1 man
Centre: 19 men, 4 archers
The orcish attack force is some 200 strong. Whilst the front barely holds, two-thirds of their remaining force is now streaming through the rear and sides- lucky the orcs are undisciplined else the one at the side would attack your front lines from behind and annihilate you. Also luckily, the Chiorc is being held up at the rear but that may not be true for long and it will be paid for in blood.
This is critical- orcs in the centre now outnumber its defenders and if just one orc gets into the caravan the Princess is doomed
Orc death count: About fifty. They are not worried)
The orcs begin their assault on the caravan. 25 orcs have now made it to the centre, on both sides. Five of them with javelins prepare short range shots to clear the archers atop the caravan. The others level their spears, shout a wild war cry, and charge.
"This is looking hopeless!" Anglomir shouts. He backs up and tries to move around the spearmen quickly, trying to distract the so his fellow soldiers can hack them up. He had been in terrible battles like this before, but he hadn't been outnumbered.
"Do ya think we could somehow get the princess out of here?"
There is no way at all to get the Princess out now!
You missed, Palanfirith. You were thinking too much about not being hit. But you are at least out of the firing line again.
William, your arrow sails true and shoots down one of the orcs Anglomir is fighting. But your attention to his battle whilst orcs much closer are trying tp pick off everyone on the caravan bounces back on you- a javelin thrown from the ground pierces into your side. You stumble back in surprise and fall off the caravan.
Anglomir, you are happy to see one of your opponents fall, but now your opposing javelineer has a clear shot, and he hurls his weapon at you...
Vardalain, your next shot goes too high. The archer to your right is then hit in the throat by a javelin; his bubbling death rattle sounds loudly in your ears. The other archers are abandoning the caravan top.
Still no Rex??? Ok, I shall update what I can but duel boy is at an important point of the battle.
Aranui, you twist desperately out the way of sword thrusts, managing to batter one away with your sword, scratching the wielder's arm. Are you going maximum defensive or do you want to keep trying to kill these guys? A balance of risks, there.
William, you look almost stupidly at the javelin stuck in you. Luckily it has not landed deep it's not good news...
Palanfirith, you lose an arrow into the approaching orc melee and you think you see someone fall, and then a moment later you are in the thick of it, orcs at all sides, pushing back the humans and clawing towards the caravan doors...
Anglomir, the javelin goes high and your knife hits the orc's arm as he reaches for another, nullifying the threat for now.
The spear thrust goes into your shield at full strength, denting it and throwing you roughly backwards.
Finuvien.. bad guys everywhere! Eeeep! Any plans?
Nah, you didn't pole-vault over him, Rex! Maybe in the Matrix but not LOTR.
The Chiorc's ball and chain spins around at dizzying speed. The man who has moved forwards is smashed down from his left side. His arm at least is broke as might be some of his chest. The second wing glances off your shoulder, Galder, slightly fracturing it and sending you down again. The third flicks around and breaks the sword of your companion.
As it prepares for a fourth blow, Vardalain's arrow goes into its side. It growls, painfully.
Finuvien, you are not exactly built for melee combat, you know?