The warrior brought the handle of his axe to meet one of the strikes. Yet there was a mistake in the movement, a mistake that led to Orchid's weapon clipping into his fingers and a hiss being released through the more and more grievously wounded man's teeth. And with that, all so quickly, his fate was sealed. Body fighting against the pain, he had not enough time to react to the follow-up strike. The blade cleaved into the side of the scar-eyed man's neck, ending up stuck against his spine, but it needn't cut all the way through. At this point, more than enough damage was already dealt. He knew it, and if he'd been able to he'd released his weapon. The fingers of the hand that still worked did let go, but the other remained grabbing the long handle of the weapon.

Blood oozed from the warrior's wound, his punctured throat letting out a gurgling hiss of his own before the weight went out of his movements and he fell towards his weapon, the heaviest thing in his possession. Were nobody to catch him, that would bring him down to the ground between the half-orc and the cleric, the sound of metal crashing against stone with only its own weight to speak for in power. Four bodies more were added to the toll caused for the cult of the dragon. But these, too, had to have come from somewhere. As momentary peace descended upon the heroes, a familiar question hung in the air. Unspoken for now, but ever so obvious: What were they to do now?

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Orchid finishes off the final axe-wielding enemy, bringing down the last active member of the opposition. Combat is adjourned. Feel free to return to out of combat actions [@Norschtalen][@Lucius Cypher][@Ryonara][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Zverda].
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