The clash of many swords on armor simultaneously is almost as loud as the orcs collective surprise as the soldiers reach the road and engage. 3 orcs turn and race toward the party attacking from the rear as a few more scramble out of harms way and run away from the fray through the wheat fields.
Throm heaves his ax and Thorgrim fires a green bolt of magic at the advancing orcs but they are prepared and easily dodge the attacks.
"Come to me, runt!" growls one of the orcs in dwarvish as it charges into melee range.
Craxzus manages to rip the bats throat fifty feet above the battle. Heat from the fires lifts his hawk wings and he soars higher on the thermal waves, gripping his prey who changes back into an orc and plummets to the masses below.
It's obvious that the bulk of the orc host hasn't realized they are attacked from the rear as well.
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