[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FF0000]Gronar[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/3PNslWm.jpg[/img][hr][color=FF0000][b]Location[/b][/color]: Ancient Forest?[/center][hr][hr]

Gronar surge towards to the gap ignoring the cries and the orders being shouted to him by the riders. He ignore them as he charge towards the the open gap. Uncaring what happen to the other two people he left behind. No true son of the Hoard was going be capture without a fight. The orc figured that once he was out he would only have to fight the night stalkers and there riders from only one front. It was at that exact moment that he was hit with the spell.

Using all the orcish will power and strength to keep pushing his body as the magic drag him down more and more. As Gronar struggled more under the weight he did not notice his sword slip from his grasp. But despise that with one last great pushed he broke through the ring of nightstalkers. Once he was clear the last of his strength was sapped he fell flat on his face. Rolling himself over to face the mage [color=FF0000]"Why don't ya cut off that magic. So kick your arses and your friends arses!"[/color] he yell at the mage.