The orc nods, presumably to the speaker, but there isn't any way to actually tell. His head turns to look into the tent as he steps forward. Nalik pulls, and Hertz is a little slow to react to the immediate tension. The result is the orc taking a little bit of a hop with a mildly surprised grunt and landing heavily on his other foot.

Carter and Hengist are both ready for anything, though. Carter's upward thrust gets deflected around the orc as Hengist's spike shoves the orc in an unexpected direction. Specifically, to the ground. The pitcher that the orc was carrying falls to the ground, smashing to pieces and splashing liquid that is probably water onto everyone nearby, though there is hardly enough to get anyone well and truly wet. The orc is down on the ground, arterial spray gushing out, with just another small grunt at about the same time as the tent flap falls shut again.