Gore rose from the ground and shook himself.  Turning to face Lauralana, he grinned widely.  It would have taken far less energy to save herself alone, but the elf wasn't willing to sacrifice her allies.  He began to approach, hoping to close before she could recover.  His own power was impressive, but he knew that even wasting her reserves she'd outlast him.  He needed to close with her and bring his advantage in physical strength to bear.<br/><br/>But then she called forth fire, and he hesitated and waited for her to attack.  Leaping to the side with a grin, his expression turned to shock as the fireball veered midflight to slam into him.  His roar roar high into the air as the heat scorched his flesh through his metal armor and left it red hot and burning against him.  He snarled a quick spell to lighten his massive frame and then leapt forward and past were Lauralana and her close allies stood and into the river.  He struck it with a great splash and release of steam as it cooled his armor.<br/><br/>"We've got the riff raff," Garreth called as he stepped forward to interpose himself and a pair of his dwarven warriors between her and the next wave of charging orcs, "You see to that monster."<br/><br/>But as steam and spray cleared, Gore had not resurfaced yet and the dark waters hid his exact location from the shadow huntress.