[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color] [color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The campsite, 9 o' clock [color=#17c311]Attacking: [/color]The Orc Mage[/center][/b] Cyneburg took a moment to contemplate the cook's question before the orcs would arrive. Well she did do her business in the woods. It was where she spent the vast majority of her time. However, most druids with built homes had an out house of some kind that suited the environment they lived in. Or was there some kind of added metaphor behind that question she didn't get? In any case, she couldn't answer him because she was a bear. What she could do was pick out which of the orcs she would attack first. Directly in front of her was a goblin with twin daggers. She could probably kill it with a single swipe of her paw, but the trouble would actually be hitting the little one in the first place. Overall, a waste of the bulk and power she had as a bear. To her left was another goblin with a whip. The same went for this one. Furthermore, she was unarmored and whips hurt. No thank you. And to her left were what obviously was a mage accompanied by a big guy with a shield and spear acting as a wall for his squishy friend. They would do. The bear began to move, charging towards the warrior and mage. The acceleration was a bit slow, but once a bear started moving, it was very difficult to stop. The warrior protectively moved in front of the mage, shield at the ready and spear at prime poking position. He thrust the spear at Cyneburg, who moved to the side just enough enough so that it would only stab the bear's shoulder before slamming into the armored man with the entirety of a bear's weight. The fighter had made a valiant effort, but physics dictated that he would not be able to stand up against the attack. He flew away from the mage (who dived out of the way just in time), crashing into a nearby tree. The mage took advantage of his prone position and cast a Grease spell on the point of impact (between the bear and the orc). Off balance as she was, the grease only further complicated matters, causing the bear to lose her balance and fall prone onto the ground. The mage was the first to recover from the three's prone position and quickly prepared another spell, this one much flashier. A bolt of lightning shot out from his hand, hitting the bear directly on its side, burning fur and flesh equally. The bear roared out in anguish before shakily getting on its feet and turning towards the wizard. The wizard took a step back and stepped into the tree behind him. The bear lunged forward and caught the wizard with a paw, knocking the small man to the ground with a sick thud. For a few moments the bear stood there, breathing hard. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her other side. The other orc stood there, its spear embedded in between two of the bear's ribs. He pulled out the spear and grit his teeth to stab it again. Perhaps this one would finish it off. But the spear found itself piercing thin air. He looked left and right and saw nothing. Then he looked down at a trail of blood that lead right up to his feet. There was now a wounded and very angry looking snake climbing up his body (armor made for a surprisingly workable climbing surface). He ditched his weapons and tried to pull it off his body, grabbing it below the neck. The serpent hissed and sunk its fangs deep into his arm. On reaction, he threw the snake as far away from himself as he could. The serpent weakly slithered away and then the world started to spin before going black.