He dashed at the one challenging Mirialla.  The vicious Orc only putting up its defense at the last second as Luitger's bastard sword pushed him back.  Clearly, this was not a foe used to being in a defensive posture.  He yelled to Mirialla, "Go help Alexander! I've got this one!"<br/><br/>The Orc screamed as it began to blood rage, raining blows down with the massive blades.  If anyone but Master Rolan had trained him, he would have been bleeding meat.  He had come too far already to die so ignobly to a nobody like this.  He deflected each blow as quickly as his foe swung, but yet he still struggled to find that crucial opening he needed.