Doruk kicked a chair into the path of his foe right as Ikina came around behind him. The chair connected with the tiefling's legs, sending him staggering back. He moved enough that Ikinia's sword missed the gap in the man's armor. But a mithril blade was quite capable of punching through an unenchanted breastplate, or at least enough. It was little more than a nick, but the force of the blow traveled through the armor, hitting him in the center of his lower back. the swordsman staggered back more, but with Iknia right behind him, there really wasn't anywhere to stagger back into.

Doruk took advantage of the opening for all it was worth. Letting out an angry warcry, he swung, moving on the offensive. The tiefling had to move sideways to get around her, but that opened his flank wide open to Ikina...

On the other side of Penderghast, two robed humans were locked in a battle of their own. Bolts of magic and blasts of flame and frost flew from each spellcaster into the other, crashing into their targets or collapsing onto magical wards and shields. 

[i]Just a little longer...[/i]