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The Crows were nearly done undoing the restraints.

Sir Lyon was the first set free. He struggled to get up, weakened from hunger and thirst. Paur lent him a hand. "Thanks, brother." He managed to say.

Other Crows helped the others up. After a few minutes they were all free.

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The Chieftain was surrounded. Five Knights against one Orc. Granted it was a large and powerful Orc, but one nonetheless.

The Orc wainted for them to attack first.

The Knight of Flowers went in, at the same time Jovron and the Knight of Roses charged from different directions.

The Orc swung his axe, knocking over the Knight of Roses. However he wasn't fast enough to take out the other two.

Jovron's slash did only superficial damage to the Orc's armor, but the Dame stabbed the Orc under his shoulder, hitting a major artery.

The Chieftain felt the pain right away. He fell to one knee as large amounts of blood began to run down his side.

Other Orcs tried to come aid their Chieftain, but the Crows, Battlemage and other Knights kept them at bay.

Within a few seconds the Chieftain collapsed on the ground, his death demoralizing the other Orcs. The few that remained were now retreating further into the stronghold.