Rem mentally pictured the positioning of the orcs and took the initiative. Those few of the green skins that hadn't reached the front yet he targeted, careful to not entrap his own charging allies. "Unro Dagoon.." He whispered. The dirt quickly became sodden and sticky, making passage into battle difficult on the enemy. "Ernal Finno.."

The warriors and the defender would be caught in the middle of his trap long enough to leave them completely open. The roots and vines moved for him to grasp the orcs and hold them in the mud. "Sal!" He pointed his free hand toward those stuck. "Take them while they're vulnerable!" Of any of the three, the defender had the most likely chance of advancing unscathed.