......(continuing from before, the wand of Grease(enlarged) activates)
and a 20 foot square, right where the humans were standing, is covered in a thin, slick subtstance. A dozen men fall to the ground, leaving only 8 standing, including Sir Guy and General Braedonnal. Many Orogs also fall, but the bulk of them stand back and ready Javelins and begin throwing them at the prone men. The plate-armored Orogs form a wall of steel in front of their caster. Sir Guy notices one of them wearing a glowing necklace. It must be the chieftain. He scrambles forward, narrowly avoiding tripping as he and two other men, one a Knight and the other an outrider face off against the armored Orogs.
The sounds of dying men behind them motivating them to greater urgency, they are forced to split off, the other Knight moving left and Guy and the outrider to the right to avoid being in the grease any longer. The Orogs fight calmly, with great deliberation, taking care to not expose themselves to any attack. (Defensive Fighting, perhaps with combat expertise)
The outrider lunges forward and an Orog blocks his blow easily, raising his right arm to parry with with his sword, then looks very surprised as the man's offhand suddenly thrusts a blade deep into the Orog's exposed armpit. It shakes its head, then crumbles under the weight of its armor, muttering something in Orog about poison.
The other Knight, seeing that time is not on his side here, shouts a battlecry and charges towards the shaman with his shield presented. One Orog moves left and the other right, and both swing at the back of the Knight as he moves forward. One blow strikes true, and he staggers but continues toward his target, raising his longsword to strike the creature down just as it turns, with a glowing hand and touches the Knight, electricity flowing through him. As his vision clouds into darkness, the Knight strikes true, plunging his blade deep into the shaman. Both tumble to the ground.
Sir Guy fights aggressively, trying to force the Orogs out of his way. He slashes one across the leg, and hits another in the shoulder, forcing it to drop its sword and withdraw. Stepping forward, the wounded one steps in behind him as another Orog steps in front of him, flanking him perfectly. Despite their excellent set-up, and the fact that both attacks connect with his armor, neither blow is more then glancing.
Seeing his fellow Knight fall, Guy shield-bashes the one ahead of him and brings his axe down on the head of another who had advanced to coup de grace the fallen Knight. That Orog falls to the ground, dead, as the shaman reaches out and tries to push the heavy Knight off of him.
On the other side of the battle in the cave, Braedonnal is doing very well. When the Orog's decided to play missile-combat with him, he took the opportunity to teach them why one doesn't do that to elves. One, Two, Three, Four arrows fliy from his bow, each hitting the same Orog in the chest as it falls to to the ground, its javelin falling from its grasp. Repeating this a few times, the Orogs attempt to melee, but are much less able to stand in the grease then is Braedonnal, and as the first one falls before him, he slices it in two, before moving to the next one.
