The orcs around you retaliate, coming to the aid of their warlord. You take a blow to the back, dulled by your armor but still hurting.
AoO: (1d20+7)[25], (1d8+4)[6]
Take 7 damage.

One of the orcs charges Mirabelle from the rear. Before you can say anything, it delivers a chopping blow from its terrible sword. You see your companion fall, the beast standing over her bloody sword in hand.

You glance to the other side, and things go from bad to far worse. Garm swings against the orcs, bringing them to heel. But they charge at him in mass. He can take quite a beating, but one gets a lucky blow that sinks deep into his belly. As he sinks to his knees, trying to hold in his entrails, another blow cleaves his skull open, spilling brain onto the cold ground.

Gorgeroth clutches a fist to his chest, and barks a few words. He grins as a magic light infuses him.

As though things could get no worse, the elemental flickers; it is not long before it is gone.