Perhaps spurred by the fact he has to be running low on ammo, and is wounded, or spurred on by the mage, the two uninjured vrocks wade in to combat, claws seeking to tear at his flesh, scoring several minor wounds, as he struggles to keep them at bay, before, finally, a voice rings out in his mind.<em>Got it! On your mark!</em><br/><br/>Moments later, the world seems to reverse, invert, and go<em>sideways</em>, before dumping him, roughly, onto the hard stone floor of Aurelia's cave.