If the soldiers heard Adan, he could not tell at first, as Reymar's men kept coming--indeed a well trained unit--but then he could see a few lead men look up in his direction. Like a giant metallic centipede, the band of thirty changed course, and were now heading toward the Adan, more-so than the raging Vorodon, as Adan raced toward Kadarin, and the guillotine-jaws of the hyaenodon.
Just as smoothly, suddenly the centipede flanked, and ten men still in formation separated without breaking stride, shields raised (in defense from potential Vorodon missiles), making their way toward an anxious Kyrian, as they spotted him up a small hill, donning his plate.
The ogres meanwhile just kept coming, determined, if not methodical. At Vorodon's challenges and insults the lead ogre bellowed and yelled something only Vorodon could understand, yet all involved heard his harsh shouts.
"Half-breed?! Mad like beef-hornet! No fear ME womanly tricks!!", then garbled in ugly common, "Now beating-heart belong to ME! " The giant raised his axe in turn, a weapon as mighty as Vorodon's axe, and more even more gruesome, if that were possible.
He gestured with his arm toward the four stalwarts behind him, and they broke off now as well, two ogres veering in the direction of Kyrian, and two ogres leading the chief's charge at Vorodon, acting as meat-shields, for the chief, in case the darts being fired at their pet, changed their course, suddenly.
Kadarin did not panic as the deadly-looking primeval beast neared, though Mouse did...
...suddenly the creature seemed to stumble, breaking its awkward stride, its legs almost giving out beneath it's weight. It made a horrible sound just then, a thousand screaming demons, but then recovered, and kept coming, only to have another one of Vorodon's darts pierce its side, and sinking deep. The hyaenadon yelped, but its eyes were mad now, and whatever pain it endured, it seemed to want now to inflict upon Kadarin ten-fold. That is, until's Kadarin Web spell effectively stopped it in its tracks, the creature looking almost pathetic now, as it struggled against the suddenly materialized icky strands of blackness, which covered it like thick molasses.
Just then, Vorodon noticed that, which he had been marking. The two ogres forming a wall in front of their raging chief were coming for him, and were now officially closer to him, than the Hyaenodon. It was time. They were heading directly for the log, across from which Vorodon stood, least of all expecting to run upon giant caltrops in the ground.
As ten soldiers, and not far behind them two ogres, neared Kyrian, the cavalier was almost bedecked in full. His sword arm tingling with anticipation.
Things were getting complicated.
(ooc: Wulf, rolled for darts. Hope you don't mind...just so that a round didn't take a day
. If you want to roll however, i'll change it! Two hit, 10 dam combined. Btw, we no longer have a rolling mechanism in forum
Maybe everyone can PM a bunch of rolls, or i can roll for everyone behind the scenes, or you can roll in chat and copy/paste, or umm, i'm open to any and all suggestions on the "dicing issue")