Gore, his name far more appropriate now than he would have ever realize, wheezed and kicked at the fallen elf.  In his efforts to shed his armor, he'd not reached his heavy plated boots leaving them to add to the force of his kick.<br/><br/>He lifted the heavy booted foot then, swaying and aiming to bring it and his weight down on Lauralana.  But the bolt struck true before he could try.  With a last wet gurgle, the remains of the shadowspawn dropped to his knees before pitching face down in the mud.<br/><br/>A strange silence had fallen, man and dwarf and orc and ogre all gripped by the final moments of Lauralana and Gore's battle.  But Garreth shouted and leapt forward, hewing down a pair of ogres before they could recover and react.  "Ana!  Get her back to the boat!" he ordered, "Tristan, see to their safety."<br/><br/>The human prince reacted without argument, backing towards the elf with his shield and sword at the ready to fend off any attackers that might get close.