With Brannor chosen as the champion, Orchid opted to stay on the walls and cheer him from afar. Orchid knew that if he was out there, he wouldn't simply stand idly by and let Brannor fight alone. The half-orc only had a silver of knowledge of what "honor" was, hearing of it only in tales told to him as a child. To him honor was linked to Heroism, and if Orchid would dare call himself honorable, he wouldn't let anyone else fight his battles, not even if they're more capable. Other left with Brannor, and when they finally went out Orchid was rather surprised at how large the entourage was. [color=a2d39c]"Eh? Brannor have party?"[/color]

Orchid's confusion was soon put aside when he saw the half-dragon draw his weapon and announce his name. Langderosa Cyanwrath. The name wasn't familiar to Orchid at all. From his position Orchid couldn't even fling a javelin, but he knew his voice could reach Brannor. Taking his machete and shield out Orchid banged the two together loudly and lead a fanfare of war cries on Brannor's behalf. The half-orc's voice pierced the air, letting all hear his bellowing voice. [color=a2d39c]"WAAAAAAAAARGH! SLAUGHTER HIM BRANNOR! RAAAAAAAAGH![/color]

And so the two clashed. Despite his distance Orchid could see the battle clearly as if he was fighting himself. He could sense the logic and rhythm of Brannor's movements, smiling as he parried and swiped. Brannor took a devastating blow to the chest, but like a true wilder Brannor would not fall so easily. Than he began to focus his attacks not on Cyanwrath himself, but his weapon. This got Orchid's blood pumping, as this was a tactic that Orchid himself would've employed. [color=a2d39c]"STRIP HIM OF HIS TEETH! BREAK HIS CLAWS!"[/color] Orchid roared with a blood curdling cry. However the battle did not last long. Shortly after Brannor attempted to disarm his opponent of his weapon, the half-dragon retaliated at full force, hammering Brannor down. Before the paladin could strike back, the dragon unleashed his fury and engulfed Brannor with a breath of lightning. By the time the sparks vanished, Brannor had been defeated.

Orchid was quite, however the half-dragon did not bother to finish off Brannor nor turn back on his word. The family was returned, and Brannor was soon attended to by Kyra and other healers. Before the others had returned to the keep Orchid raced down the battlements to meet them at the tunnel, wanting to be with them as soon as possible. Orchid did not know why he felt such... Camaraderie with these strangers. Certainly, they are still strangers to each other. Up until recently Orchid had not even known their names, yet here he was, concerned about their well being. Was it perhaps because his passion included concern for others, or was it destiny ensuring that Orchid stayed with these folks? Not really one for such philosophy, Orchid didn't care and just wanted to see them. As soon as they arrived the greenskin's voice echoed off the tunnel walls. 

[color=a2d39c]"Brannor! Brannor dead!? He not dead, yeah?"[/color]