Thorgan heard her warning and then all hell broke lose. The Coward ordered his orcs to attack. So much for a one on one duel. But he was not about to let them stop him. He moved in and began his attack. Like with Allassiel a whirlwind attack that forced Rakothûrz back. The sword filled him with more strength, his attacks were more powerful then the Orc thought possible. Rakothûrz tried to use the foul blade in his metal hand but Thorgan was able to defect it with his shield. He kept pressing his attack and the power of the Orc's strength deflecting his blows was negated by the sword. A surppised appeared on his face. No human could withstand his strength and skill. But Thorgan was able to block, to deflect each and everyone of them, forcing him back and around.<br/><br/>When the Orcs attacked, they were ready for it in the fortress. The gates opened and out rode Thorgan's men shouting their battle cry. Then out marched the Dwarfs forming up in ranks and marching straight into the Orcs at a slow and even pace. Their spears lashed out and took out Orcs. Thorgans men charged into others cutting and slashing a path of destruction. The Elves fired their arrows at the targets that Allassiel told them. Orcs fell left and right.<br/><br/>Thorgan heard Allassiel call out his name and looked and almost lost his head. He ducked just in time and found an opening and thrust his sword. The blade met flesh and cut deep. Rakothûrz roared in pain and disbelief. Then the Coward did something that would have been expected of one. He ran. He disengaged and ran for it. The Orcs seeing him flee, retreated. "Coward." he shouted out to Rakothûrz. "You flee from battle, flee from death. You fear death!" he screamed. Then he turned and looked around for Allassiel.