Finally, something goes right. Not that we're doing bad otherwise.
Atramor can't help but cackle as Tarn decapitates every single Chimera Guard with a single sweep of his axe, while his Commander is Hexed and another clings to life by a thread.
"Damn good work, Tarn, we just may have a chance! Knyghton, and maybe Alexandre, finish off Commander D, if you could. Luke, try and heal De'kra, and De'kra, ya' should probably aim for Commander C to avoid taking damage. Nyx, Tarn, ya'll do double damage to Blackeno-"
"North."
The Witch wheels around at the beckon of McCafferey to blink in that direction, his mouth falling open as he beholds the onslaught of Lions charging down the party. 2 rounds at best until they arrived. They had time.
"We'll retreat and regroup with the others to make our last stand later. For now, we gotta focus on these bastards."
Gripping Ratsbane tightly, Atramor slashed furiously at Rogue Lion Commander B from the front row.