The clashing blades sends splinters of pain through the Swordmage's arms. She barely succeeds in beating the orog's blade aside and suddenly finds herself grappling with it. It howls at her as she smashes her helmet into it's face, feeling the sharp ridges cut into flesh and bone. As it stumbles she rips her blade up and across it's body, cowering herself in it's blood as it falls down, stomach torn open and organs tumbling freely. She barely has time to register that the orog warrior falls, before the next opponent smashes into her shoulder. She tries to shout something, but the weight is suddenly removed as an IHH templar tackles the orog. They both go down disappear under the throng of fighting men.
"Kriesha's tits, this is going badly. Where is Drago, I need to... something." She keeps favouring her left side, occasionally stumbling a bit. She twisted something as she fell to the ground, though her sorcery took most of the fall. Every extremity feels oddly numb, due to the power she grounded in herself and the Ogre before leaping off the Colossus. Grimazing, she begins to recognize that there is no hope here. She turns to a nearby officer, thrusting herself close to him.
"I need to, I need to get back to the column. Let yourself be pressed against the walls of the cliff, fight with your backs to it... we will pour arrows down into the middle of the valley. Aid is coming."
Then she dregs up some strength, reaching for what power remains within her. She launches herself into the air, chanting underneath her breath. A wind lifts her up the cliff face. As she rises prepares for pain. She knows that her cloak, enchanted and bladed as it is, will take most of the punishment, but she is well aware that she is a target as she rises up. She assumes that the archers on the valley edge will recognize her and not fire at her. She is going to rejoin the first column outside the valley.