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Any thoughts of continuing to question the fellow Kaeciel had found was thoroughly disrupted by the sound of a Orcish war horn; seems the survivor of their first little spat had had friends way too near by. Scrambling into the relative safety of the shadows with the rest of the Company, Iroryn swore under her breath as a full war party came into view.

Her grip tightened on the grip of her blade, there was no-way to avoid a fight, so if she was going to go out it would be swinging. She was still psyching herself up for battle when challengers appeared behind a volley of spears. Watching the Snakemen clash with the Orcs, she sidled over to Alm as he pressed for ideas.

[colour=AF7817][b]”Variation on your plan Boss,”[/b][/colour] She said, crouching beside him. [colour=AF7817][b]”We let this lot kill each other, then we think about jumping the ‘winner’ from behind. If the Orcs win there’ll be fewer of ‘em and they’ll be wounded, and if it’s the Snakes, either same thing goes, or we’ll see fresh bodies come on a back up. If [I]that[/I] happens, we sit our asses here until they go back deeper, before legging it the fuck outta here.”[/b][/colour]