Her eyes starting to glow, Saria flew into the Orcs, landing hits at will and leaving bloody corpses in hir wake. As shi fought, a constant stream of obscenities flew from hir mouth, questioning the Orcs' lineage, suspecting they were sired by mangy, rabid dogs.

Astrana winced as her arrows ran thin. She hit one after the other. Finally she took her last arrow, making sure she was still vanished started to confuse the enemies. She would kick some, trip others, take the weapons from others. She would also take her arrow and use it as a sword.

Nicote turned his daggers into the dual blades, and started attacking. Slashing at an orc (who yelped and reeled away after being hit twice with both fire and ice) he yelled, "Where did they come from?" He made a Phoenix fly out from hi dagger and drop a fireball over an orc aiming fir his back while he tossed his other blade at an approaching orc.

Dexion-
As soon as the darkness surrounded them he stood, the bow he carried in hand. A wispy black arrow formed in his hand as he notched it. As the first of the orcs appeared he took aim. Most of the wispy arrows found their mark among the orcs faces, many being eye shots. Others quickly became pin cushions. Those that didn't die from the arrows began to bleed heavily, the places about the arrows taking on a nasty black color.

Dorian-
He stood as the silver haired elf did. With a wave of his hand everyone around the camp took on a translucent blue color as he shielded them. It was better to be safe than sorry. Once that was was done he targeted a few of the injured orcs with the next spell. Each one took on a dark purple color and when they died a ghostly aberration of them took their spot only now it fought on the side of the mage and his allies. The buffing was done quickly before he pulled the staff from his back and started shooting ice spears in the orcs wake.

(There is only one orc left, now, and Saria is holding it up by its throat, questioning it. Also, Hawkeye, were Dexion's arrows poisoned?)
"Where did you creeps come from?" Saria growled in the Orc's ear.

"Yer [expletive]!" it gasped past Saria-s crushing fingers.

Astra reappeared stepping into the shadows. THe problem with using her powers were if she used them and didn't recoporate in the light, she had the chance of become light.

(They are conjured arrows, they deal necrotic damage. Basically they corrupt the target and prevent them from being able to use healing spells and tonics to heal. And since they are conjured he doesn't run out of them as long as Dorian is still alive. I'm assuming they helped get rid of the orcs, so there's a few spiritually raised ones now as well.)

(Gotcha)

"What are you going to do with him now? Oh I know! Are we going to question where his camp is so we can go and crush them as well?" The silver haired elf said bouncing up and down some. "Or are you just going to squeeze his neck until his brain explodes?" Dexion was clearly hyped from the fight and wished to continue the blood shed.

"Look, we aren't looking for trouble here. Taking on their camp could result in injury, or even death for us. Understand?" Saria asked the elf.