The ogre shadowspawn scowled a moment as Lauralana knelt.  But when the boulders tore free and launched themselves high he growled.  He let loose a torrent of dark words and stomped his foot hard against the ground, sending a flicking pulse of energy into the ground.  Not waiting for the results, he crouched and waited for the descending missiles of stone.  At the last moment, he reacted not with magic, but by uncoiling his powerful legs and hurling his body well to one side to avoid the thunderous impacts.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the hole left behind by the boulders' launch was filling rapidly with water from the surrounding swamp.  But as the water rushed in, Gore's spell took effect and the ground around that gaping hole began to soften, becoming treacherous and murky.  It sucked and grabbed at the legs and feet of the advancing men, slowing them and pinning them in place as the orcish archers that remained began to rain arrows on the area.