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 arose in the elven prince now and it filled him 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.

Irzen found Evenflow, wrapped his hand around the hilt of his blade and swung low enough to slice through Gruumasht's Achilles tendon. The Orc Warlord fell flat on his back just as Irzen was able to scramble out of the way.

The great orc was stunned and prone to the groups flanking attacks now. Growling with frustration and pain from Irzen's precise strike limited his movement by half.

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."

"Thank you, Noble Cleric, your aid is greatly appreciated!" Prince Birch stumbled to his feet, took his bearings and promptly charged at the fallen Orc Warlord, "YYYYAAAAHHHHH!!!"

The bronze man rubbed his chin and sighed, ~ Birch is an ODD one at that.~

Quickly scrambling to his feet, Irzen drove his blade deep into the throat of Gruumasht as he forced Evenflow downward until its hilt was flush with the Orc Warlord's skin.

Gruumasht coughed up blood and bile from the magical weapon attacks that just kept coming over and over.

Prince Birch joined his brother, Prince Ash, in his attack on Gruumasht by driving his blade through the right eye of the Orc Warlord!

Thrashing violently on the ground, Mandur and Ash's spiritual weapons slashed and pummeled the great orc into a bloody pulp. Mandur brought up his warhammer and landed with a powerful Divine Smite smashing the side of his head inward with a crunch. "He's finished! By rights, Irzen, this is your long time foe. End it once and for all!"

"YYYYAAAAHHH!!!" Irzen raised his blade, Evenflow, high over his head and delivered the killing blow by separating Gruumasht's head from his shoulders.

Ragged and worn, the Drow Swordsman reached down, seized the head of the Orc Warlord, held it aloft and screamed at the top of his lungs, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAA!!!"

Prince Birch brandished his sword high and joined in the fearsome cry of victory, "NORTHAVEN VICTAAAAA!"

Translation: "NORTHAVEN VICTA! NORTHAVEN VICTORIOUS!"