Needless to say, the party’s assault caught the Chaos troops completely off-guard. The sudden appearance of more vargs, elves, a troll, and a dragon sent the surviving enemies into disarray. Several tried to flee on the spot, only to get dragged down and - in most cases - literally torn apart by members of Clodagh’s pack. The pack leader herself let out a fearsome howl, herself, leaping on the largest orc she could see still standing.
Her howl, however, was drowned out in Lövgren’s roar. Some of the younger vargs hesitated at the echoing noise, but it was the enemy that truly suffered from the primal fear that sound invoked. It was obvious that the skirmish would be much easier won now, as some of the enemy froze or outright tried to join those retreating.
Before the echoes of the dragon’s roar died out, John Merek fell among the fleeing enemy troops. Drawing his bow, he managed a hurried shot at a fleeing goblin. His arrow fell short, though, snapping as it bounced off of a particularly tough rock. Undeterred, the dwelf rushed two nearby orcs, both turning towards him as John let loose a battle cry, swinging his axe and sword wildly. One orc simply stumbled out of the reach of his blade, while the other barely managed to parry his other blow, getting knocked off-balance in the process. Both, however, failed to suffer wounds.
Fortunately, they were too stunned by all the wild factors coming into play to strike back.
Ne’eshjaatsoh, meanwhile, took a little more time with his attacks, but still rushed through a dual-strike. His bow sung as he unleashed a shaft toward one an orc in the distance, but his lack of expertise with the weapon caused his shot to go wide. Fortunately, it missed the varg that was battling the orc as well, though both continued to fight as the missile went too far to distract either combatant.
At any rate, the islander rushed the same orc, successfully leaping on it and throwing the monster off-balance. The Chaos warrior let out an infuriated roar, going for a dagger with his free hand as he dropped his polearm he wielded, only for Ne’eshj to thrust his own blade into the throat of his enemy. After a few seconds of intense bloodshed, the orc collapsed on his back, half-pinning the lithe islander under his bulk, but most definitely dead.
Liriel Vysalen, meanwhile, rushed up to assist John, lunging at the orc the dwelf had outright missed. As the orc was left stumbling, her spear easily caught the monster in the throat, tearing through the toughened flesh with a stomach-turning sputtering sound. However, she found her spear was firmly caught in the monster’s body as it collapsed, and would take some coaxing to remove.
Jacen Kingsfoil stayed back as the others rushed forward, reaching a higher vantage point before calmly taking aim at another orc. His arrow soared toward the target, missing by inches and getting the monster’s attention… and leaving it open to get tackled and torn apart by Clodagh.
Around the party, the last of the Chaos warriors were steadily cut down or driven off, leaving a handful more struggling against Clodagh’s vargs. Now surrounded, the solitary, noticeably large orc facing off with Merek pulls back from his blade, finding himself surrounded by elves, vargs, an islander, and an (admittedly small) dragon. He let out a growl, clutching his two-handed sword and taunting them in his native tongue.
Clodagh was clearly too busy leading her vargs in finishing off the rest of the warriors: it was up to the party how they dealt with this one.