The end of the battle neared quickly, as Will's sword gutted the first orc and sliced the other one in the neck as it tried to move back and out of the way. Grasping its bleeding throat as its companion held his guts a stunned silence was clear in both orcs before they collapsed. It was then when Will and the others could see it.<br/><br/>The Orcs were armed with Longswords, Longbows, and Chainshirts. Whoever was doing this was putting serious money into their gear. There were longspears too, but most of them were trashed up now, and the bows on the eight orcs further off sticky with the webbing covering the 5 orcs that were unable to escape.<br/><br/>Sachi's blade met with the orc's throat, sending the orc's lifeless body to the ground even as its head flew through the air, slamming against a tree trunk nearby and dropping down to the ground.<br/><br/>As Sheva remained among her men, the four of them raised their crossbows, and shouted. "Show those greenskins the Pride of Moth's Finest! For the Captain!" There was a loud shout from them all as the crossbows went off, and the pained squeals and shouts accompanied two more orc archers collapsing. The last one that was still somehow standing seemed to consider its chances. Five of them were trying to struggle free from the web, and the other two who had been standing free besides that orc had just been shot down.<br/><br/>Common man might have turned and run. Common man might have surrendered now. The orc chose differently. Taking aim, it took a long look at the people present, and let loose a single arrow, flying right at Sachi standing before the remains of the cooked-alive orcs.<br/><br/>"<May the Sea-Snake digest you alive!>" The orc's arrow flew right at Sachi's face, only to slam aside by the magic around her.<br/><br/>Jayne was chasing after the run-away woman when she could see the way Horo stepped out in the plain sight, and her spell went off.<br/><br/>The black-skinned woman stopped in shock looking at Horo, and taking a step back, when the jaws appeared from under her, and she screamed. The jaws snapped together at her waist, and the woman's mouth coughed out blood, the jaws had got her in a tight, firm grip. She squirmed, trying to get free, wounds deep and looking fairly well wounded. Her leather outfit clinged to her outfit well, but with the teeths puncturemarks rending it, Horo's eyes could catch a bit of something odd about it. The leather's surface was fixing any ripped seams and holes in it, except the ones still piercing through it. The jaws grinding leaving no real harm in the leather, but grinding the woman beneath them to shreds little by little.<br/><br/>Horo had caught this woman totally flat-footed with her appearance from what the woman must have thought to be a safe direction. The enemy tactician was now in Horo's grip. From the looks of it, she might hurt herself too bad if she kept struggling for long.