The second vial dropped from Veagle's hand as a sword erupted from his chest.  The orc should be all rights have slumped off of the blade and collapsed dead on the ground.  Instead—as the elfkin girl drew it out with a twist—he snagged his mace and spun on the new come girl.  In a blind furry he struck once, twice, thrice.  Each blow the elkfin expertly turned...<br/><br/>The shaman knocked her blade low and raised his mace over his head...<br/><br/>Then the shaman coughed a spray of blood and collapsed.  He was dead before he hit the ground.