"Ack!  My ship!  You bastards better not ding my ship!"  The Dwarf shouted as he did his best to keep the ship on course during the assualt; meanwhile two more orcs jumped aboard both dual wielding terrible looking blades made from the scrap of fallen Fel Reavers.  The blades were easily the size of a full grown man's arms, but the pair wielded them as if they were light as a feather.  The pair shouted going into a berserk rage as one charged straight for Miriallia, the twin blades forming a cresent in the air which seemed to pierce the very air which they traveled.  The other meanwhile had it's sights on Alexander.<br/><br/>"Puny human paladin what can you do against the might of a Titan!?"  He shouted rushing in entering into a whirlwind of strikes and blows toward the chest and head with the twin blades.  The orcs were both dressed the same to the tee, no shirts just bristling pads of muscle that seemed to have been enchanted by some great warlock and black armor leggings that devoured the light around them, but did nothing against the holy spells about them.