Dashing up the crags, the swordsman was hot on Tyrael's heels. Just as they seemed to be on even ground, Tyreal moved low and threw a large shield full of sand and gravel into the man's face. He followed up with another club strike, but the swordsman was expecting this and instead of merely blocking he parried Tyrael's blow away. He followed up with a stab that cut through Tyrael's robes and sliced into the orc's shoulder; painful but hardly lethal. As the swordsman tried to follow up, Tyrael struck with a swift and low kick right into the man's shins, tripping him up and allowing Tyrael to push him down the crag. He had hoped the man would break his neck upon the rocks, but the swordsman wasn't nearly that fragile and while hurt, he was still alive. The Varuks would be slowly approaching as they had both hands on their axes, relying solely on their careful strides to climb the rocks.

One in particular Tyrael noticed was having difficulties. He was the one who was poisoned by the snakes and it was starting to show by the way he stumbles as he walks. Picking up a rock from the ground Tyrael hurled it at the varuks, the one in front battering the stones away with his axe. But when Tyrael kicks down a particularly large stone, this forced the varuk to try and avoid the rock, which was exactly what Tyrael wanted. At the same time the varuk dodged, Tyrael leapt off the rock and lunged towards the poisoned Varuk. He was was slow to react due to the poison, and even though he had his axe poised to impale Tyrael he lacked the strength to put any force behind the stab as Tyrael's shield deflected the blade of the varuk's axe, knocking it aside as Tyrael crushed his head with his club. The flames jumped from the club onto the man's body, causing hims to panic, fall, and plummet to his death. Unlike the swordsman, this varuk did break his neck.

There was no time to celebrate however. A second later Tyrael received a graze across his cheek as the other Varuk was already attacking him, having only barely sliced Tyrael due to the orc's momentum turning what would have been a decapitating blow into a minor cut. Still Tyrael was caught flatfooted and the Varuk had the high ground, allowing him to unleash swing after swing at Tyrael. The best Tyrael could do was raise his shield and take the hits, but after the third strike the Varuk's axe cleaved deep into Tyrael's shield and into his arm. Blood burst from his wound as his shield was sundered, but it gave Tyrael a moment to toss his shield aside and throw off the varuk's balance. But in doing so, Tyrael himself made the mistake of not watching his step, slipping on a rock and tumbling down the rocks and towards the ground. He made sure to roll safely to prevent any major injuries, but now he was a fair bit bruised, had a minor cut on his face, moderate cut on his right shoulder, and a major cut in his left arm. [color=00a651][abbr=Shit.]"Shrakh."[/abbr][/color]

Getting back to his feet the Varuk and Swordsman came down, weapons at the ready to fight. Tyrael drew his hunting knife in his off-hand; he'd rather have a shield, but at least if he had the knife he can try to parry with it or use it as an off-hand. Zastriel was still distracting the other swordsman thankfully, though she could sense that Tyrael was in danger as well. As far as magic goes, Tyrael still had a few spells he could use but nothing that would immediately kill the warriors. [color=00a651][abbr=This is what I get for being mindful.]"Ajog mabaj hugianug."[/abbr][/color] He sighs as he readies himself for the slavers to attack him. He flourishes his weapon, even stomping on the dead Varuk at his feet by snapping his neck just to show the slavers his savagery.