Well whatever surprise they might have had was now spent. The benefit of Koreshian's charge was that five opponents were now dead most before they could stand, but now all the others in the room were up and what was originally thirteen then reduced to eight is now up to fifteen since teh sleeping bodies were now awake.<br/><br/>Allowing the opponents to circle and close on Koreshian a few moments more, Gerald lets them get a little tighter together,<em>Falto!</em>Light erupts from the end of his spear and streaks across the room like an arrow connecting to with the orcs on his side of the circle. Of course the one to take the brunt of it is charred to a crisp and his surrounding companions though not nearly as cooked also fall the count drops by six. Using the momentary chaos created by the magical explosion Gerald rushes in himself not ever content with fire off magic from the back. Impaling the closest one then withdrawing and swinging out he slices open the chest of another. As another orc charges he jerks up the butt of the spear and with a very audible crack plants one under the chin lifting the orc off the ground before it crumpled to the floor. Then on a downward strike Gerald brings his spear to bear on another attacker who has sense enough to block and a short power struggle begins. Gerald lets go of one hand giving the orc the advantage, he takes it and throws the spearhead wide but he left himself open. Gerald let go of the spear to reach for his short sword, in the same motion of the orc pushing his spear away his other hand brought the sword to bear and ran it through its chest.