Koreshian loosed arrows till he was out of arrows. He had not seen Gerald’s salute he was well busy, but then he drew his ax and went to work. His orcan foes as he had expected had to come at him in ones and twos. And soon their own corpses were getting in their way and the sound of fierce battle rang down the corridor to Gerald.  The big man of course heard him but occupied as he was he could not break to catch up without getting cut down from behind. Also the narrow passages made it hard to properly ply an ax so he was using the spike at its head as much as the blade.<br/><br/>At last the piling corpses of his foes gave him some space though.  And the big man snatched up his hand ax and sacrificed it to buy time and space. He sent it spinning to bury in the lead orc and then turned and sprinted in the King’s direction. He knew they did not have much time but he had earned them some time and space.  Koreshian was very fast for his raw mass it was a gift of birth that had made him so dangerous.  And he did not reckon Gerald would need telling that hell was on his heels when the big man sprinted into view bloody ax still in hand and bow sans arrows slung across his back.<br/>