This one is a wily bastard, Anglomir, and comes in low, your knife JUST sailing over its head. It moves in close to stick you through the chest...
Talin, you kick at its knee. but somewhat ineffectually, as you are a little too far away, curse your shortness... your companion stumbles up to try and come to your aid but a quick backhand from the Chiroc sends him down to him. You feel the tip of the javelin against your skin...
The melee is getting desperately close, William, as the mass of Orcs pushes the men back and gets closer to you. Your first shot finds it target. But as you fire your second an orc thrusts a spear towards your face and your shot goes way too high as you dodge. Then there is an orc right next to you and you cannot possibly shoot...
Vardalain, you slam into the orc line. Your blade desperately cuts across the face of an orc and slices the arm of another and then you are pressed against the orc ranks, strong, fierce creatures who will not let you through. One of the Chiorc's sword-orcs makes a high slash which cuts open your nose and the return stroke comes down and slices open the left side of your chest. Blood starts to spill freely.
You drag yourself away, Talin, but with the javelin firmly pierced into your armour it is simple for the Chiorc to keep you pinned down.
Vardalain- you are not well, no. Your blade hits empty ground as your assailant steps back, but you have presence of mind enough to avoid a spear thrust made at you from the side just afterwards.
Aranui, with you now side by side with Farael your opponents are losing heart. With the advantage of reach your opponent strikes first but you are getting used to these spears now, and once past the point your opponent has little chance. The Orc is already dying from your powerful side-swipe before your upwards blow split open its face to make things all the more certain whilst Farael first impales the other with the handle of his weapon before pulling it out, reversing it and bring it down decisively on the orc's head with a satisfying cracking sound as both helm and skull split open.
"Are you ok?" he asks. You would mention your spear wound to him, but he still has the end of a javelin through his shoulder (having snapped off the rest) so it seems churlish to complain...
Anglomir, your opponent never gets around to thrusting towards you- when he notices he is the last orc left alive in this part of the battle, he runs.
Orcs swarm towards the caravan. Some are clambering to the top and tearing at it from there. Some are breaching rhe back with their spears, trying to pull Mallachiel out. Some are trying to get through the intact door at the far side but the remaining Arnorians are holding them off there. Palanfirith, William and Finuvien are by the door that was smashed open and are all that remains between some 20 orcs trying to get in that way and the Princess.
Farael inhales deeply.
"CHARGE!!!!!!!!!!" he bellows deeply to Aranui and Anglomir, and his mad war-scream continues as he sprints towards the crowding orcs in the middle.