The smaller horc glanced about and saw the tide of the battle turning against him.  Seeing the killer of his comrade for what she was, he snarled in contempt and lust.  He easily picked her up and slung her over his massive shoulder, holding both her ankles in one green hand.  The caster was picking himself up slowly from the floor, the Horc paused briefly and unceremoniously grabbed the back of the caster's cloak and lifted him to his feet and both made a quick exit to the floor.  Unless someone stopped them, their savior was going to disappear like so many other helpless damsels.<br/><br/>Finally feeling bold enough now that the danger was gone, a couple of the sober farm boys venture forth to untie Clara from her spot, though not before admiring her shapely bare behind.  "Let us help."  One said chivalrously, as if he had just braved fire and flood to rescue her.  Clara can either go in immediate pursuit naked below the waist or she could recover her lower clothes and armor and leave the brave goblin lass to her fate.