The snap of a whip caught his attention for a moment, sparing a glance back as he saw that someone ahd come in support of his efforts.  It seemed some other people that had been trapped in the city had some spine to them after all, had come to defend themselves, and what was theirs.  He turned his attention back to the foe he was closing in on.<br/><br/>Magic.  It nearly always came down to magic.  Hrothgar felt his feet shifting under him from the spell effect, knowing that slicking the grtound like that would make a great deal of his momentum useless against a pike wall like the one facing him.  Too easy to negate his superior weight this way.  There was a simmering fury that brewed within him, called for release, but he also knew that doing so would leave him too exposed with a mage in play.  He crouched low, letting the slickness of the strett carry him, sliding forward at his foes.  He had a wicked grin on his face as he tossed the corpse that had shielded him from the arrows.  It wasn't the best throw he could have made, but it was serving it's purpose.  It distracted some of the pike men, makinghte wall waver.  Sliding along the road, he used the haft of his axe to push the pair of pikes before him over his advance, letting him come on still.<br/><br/>He wasn't having it all hsi own way.  Several of hte men saw what he was doing, and shifted their of attack, jabbing with the long weapons.  Points of pain along his arms and shoulder showedthat they landed several hits, though he was moving fast enough that they hadn't landed truly telling blows.  His slide took him into the pack, and he rose with a bellowing roar of fury.  Men scattered from him, and he saw the look of startled surpise on the face of the mage.  Grease was a spell that had ended the fight with many a warrior, of that Hrothgar had no doubt, but it wasn't the first, or even the tenth time he'd encountered it.  His people had warred with elves since time immemorial, who favoured magic in their wars.  His clan had learned it's lessons in the brutal crucible of conflict.<br/><br/>Hrothgar rampaged among the pikemen, their long weapons useless at this range, scrabbling back fro the half-orc for their sidearms, but the man gave them no chance, and certainly no quarter.  As the mage began to withdraw, Hrothgar reched down and siezed on one of the pikes.  Not a weapon made to be thrown easily in most cases, but when snapped cleanly to leave only a few feet below the head, it would serve.  He'd thrown worse weapons.  Casting the weapon at the mage with all his might, he tok stock of the situation.  They were still in a burning city, and enemies were everwhere.  But he had to withdraw, keep moving, beofre they managed to bring further reinforcements down on him.<br/><br/>He jogged back towards the woman that had aided him.<br/>"My thanks!  We should withdraw to elsewhere!"  he suggested, not slowing his pace, seeking to withdraw further into the city proper, hoping to remain on the edge of the conflict where he might serve some aid, but not encounter the most hardened of forces.