Having failed once to follow her directions, Tristan scrambled towards the door.  He could see more orcs gathering, but there was still a fair amount of confusion and surprise.  As he stepped past the fallen orc, he dropped the magic dampening rings and reached down to snatch up the greenskin's axe from it's lifeless fingers.<br/><br/>At the door, he glanced back for a moment before turning to rush the startled guards.<br/><br/>The female spawn hissed in anger as she saw him fleeing, but she could not divert her attention from Luaralana's attack.  Snarling in frustration, she stalked towards the elf, her hands wreathed in power to bat down the elf's bolts until she was close enough to grab Lauralana's hands and channel a surge of electricity into her.<br/><br/>From outside, the clash of metal rose followed by squealing and cursing in the foul language of the orcs.