Mawiyah turned closest to the woods of all of everyone who would have watched the fight between Darcyn and the Dwarf hearing the crashing sounds and snarling from the orc troop. Her scimitar slid free from its wooden sheath smoothly, slicing through the air just as an orc leapt from the shadows; the razor sharp curved blade slicing deep into the beast sending its black blood across the ground. Her left hand quickly pushed her helmet onto her head as she retreated back a few paces, standing closer to the troop of dwarves a crude iron arrow skirting off her lamellar armor. Advancing with the dwarves small resistance group, moving with a fair deal of speed and ferocity with seemingly no fear of defeat a trait often noted in Southron warriors. 

"Drepa avhem gith!!!" (Kill them all) 

Mawiyah shouted as she drove her knife into the stomach of an orc twisting it tightly to ensure he would be down for the count, letting loose a battle cry from the depths of her lungs. A guttural and almost beast like cry herself, handing her scimitar against a fallen orc with the flat, her fierce eyes splitting the night as she focused on as much as she could amidst the chaos.