Your charmed "friend" seems to panic slightly as you stab on of the orcs in the throat, dropping him with a gurgling sound. "Wait!" he cries out, waving his arms as he tries to stop the assault. It seems the other orcs are not buying it, but he does slow them down enough that only one is able to get an effective attack on you. Well, effective isn't quite the correct word here, as he misses, albeit not by much at all. It was almost a lucky strike, as the orcs present no great skill...all they have on you is numbers. And the leader, who strangely is holding back for now, letting the grunts make the initial charge. The charmed one is shoved out of the way for the moment, still protesting the battle at hand.