The form of the elementalist began to shapeshift into the true red dragon blended with the gold now. Taking to the air nearly knocked everyone to the ground in her wake as she went skyward with only one thing on her mind-to take out that Orb of Dragonkind.

***SSHHRRAACCKKAADOOOMMM!!!***

The red dragon, Deargerax unleashed a powerful single breath attack part scorching fire part stunning breath. Between the primordial surge of fire and the concussive force on Gruumasht, the Orb of Dragonkind cracked, splintered, and was melted into slag. The magic that held any power over dragons was gone.

High above the group came a female dragon's voice, "And your welcome! He's all yours, boys!"

Mandur shook off the ringing in his ear and stood back up, "Alright, lads the warlord is stunned and his armor is gone."

Ash also noticed that one of Gruumasht's axe heads was cracked and pointed it out to Irzen and Birch.

The Bronze Man brought up his arms and Mass Healed the group. They all felt alive with purpose and hope anew.

Irzen quickly got to his feet and without a moment's hesitation charged forward and drove Evenflow deep into Gruumasht's back, "Ghil zhah vel'klar dos el, cretok xa'huuli!"

Translation: "Here is where you die, Orc trash!"

The orc warlord reached around his back seizing Irzen by the head and with a grunt pulled the swordsman weapon and all out of his back with a laugh, "YOU'RE NOT VERY BRIGHT ARE YOU, IRZEN! HERE LET ME SHOW YOU HOW YOU SHOULD--URK!!"

Irzen felt like his head was caught in a vice when Gruumasht grabbed him.

Lazheros blasted Gruumasht with a Guiding Bolt and followed through with Sacred Flame. The Radiant fire stopped whatever fell sorcery allowed the orc to heal, "That should shut you up, Gruumasht!"

Mandur followed suit with a summons of his spiritual weapon in the form of massive warhammer slamming into the backside of the warlord with a thud.

Gruumasht lost his grip on the Swordsman from the flanking blow and grunted in pain.

Irzen hit the ground hard and scrambled around to retrieve his sword. Prince Birch did a move-by maneuver slicing the Orc Warlord's exposed flank with his blade.

The radiant blast from Lazheros and Mandur did slow the regeneration rate drastically but Birch struck with his sword the wound sealed itself up as if it never happened. Gruumasht wasn't impressed by the maneuver from Prince Birch and sent him flailing well over the others and into a pile of corpses with a sickening crunch.

"BIRCH!" The crown prince screamed when he saw his brother being tossed aside like trash. A righteous fury arouse in the elven prince now and it filled with the wrath of his goddess. "Vandria gilmadrith, tena amin, goddess ar' patron saint en' elven nostale, grant amin i' strength a' lante sina great ar' terrible goth en' amin nosse!"

< Vandria Gilmadrith, hear me, goddess and patron saint of elven kind, grant me the strength to fell this great and terrible enemy of my kin! >

Ash raised his sword high into the air and the blade glowed with a blue-white light. He took the advantage with Gruumasht being distracted for a moment which was all that he needed when he lunged forward driving his blade deep into the chest of the great orc, "RRRAAAAAAAAGGH!!"

Gruumasht staggered backwards by the surprise attack as the divine energized sword burned him from the inside out. Ash drove the blade all the way through and it still wasn't enough to kill him outright.

Lazheros made his way over to where Birch had landed and found him in a tangle of corpses pulling him free, he pulled out a potion of Heal and poured it down his throat. Reaching down, he picked up the prince's sword and blessed it, "Now you can harm Gruumasht, Prince Birch. Go and aid your brother now."