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— Brennan —[/center]

Indrau wheeled his horse around, away from the destruction he had caused to that flank. The residual heat from the blast would make that area difficult to cross for some time. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a streak of light that was deflected with just an instant to spare.

He urged his mount into action, galloping towards the treeline. He drew his blade once he was far enough away from friendly knights to avoid disrupting their magic. Indrau didn't know who else might be able to break away from the fight. Most of the other knights appeared to currently be bogged down in the melee, including his own lancers.

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— Brennan —[/center]

It only took a moment to catch her breath and pick up a fallen orc weapon. When the first enemy moved towards her she drove the point of the weapon through its armor hard enough to snap it off at the hilt and throw the orc into those behind it. Salz snarled what was undoubtedly a expletive in her native tongue and dropped the useless handgrip.

She found something more suitable on the ground, a crude looking club. With it she began to batter her way towards where the knights seemed to be concentrated most heavily.