Corc was still bashing the spells that came his way with his fists, until he felt something or someone land on top of him. [color=007236]"CORC?!"[/color] He shrieked, somewhat surprised that the woman landed on him. His first instinct was to shake off whatever had just reached him, but then he recognised the woman's voice. [color=007236]"CORC NOT HORSEY!!"[/color] He whined loudly. Despite his complaint, the orc began to head westwards as Fauve suggested. He and Fauve had stalled the troops at the North Gate long enough, allowing most of the surviving citizens to escape. He appreciated Fauve's support as her shield stopped the magic spells. [color=007236]"Corc is grateful."[/color] He admitted.

[color=007236]"Corc is Corc. Corc the orc. What is woman's name?"[/color] He asked Fauve, sprinting towards the West gate as fast as he could. Part of him wanted to duke it out with the boar, but Fauve was right and he knew it. If he stayed, it would only be a matter of time until he would have gotten overwhelmed. The orc focused on escaping the town now, he'd done all he could. Still, the fact that he wouldn't get a proper place to stay or a good, well made meal wasn't a very good thought for him. [color=007236]"Will be a while before Corc can eat.."[/color] He muttered.