Yash frowned as even more orcs came to attack, it seemed that they were more of them then he had anticipated. He took a step back at the sight of the bodies twitching, a sniff revealed to him the foul scent of black magic. Similar to that of his companion yet this was more malevolent. He nearly instantly tracked the source to an orc wielding a stuff topped with a ruby crystal. Sadly there was no way that he could attack the necromancer with all the orcs between them. Even Yashatatsu didn't feel comfortable fighting five spear-men, possibly with zombies to boot. Sparing a second to look at his ally Yash noted that he was under attack, though the archer could doubtless handle himself in combat it would be best to let him attack with his preferred style. 

Employing the same tactic he used earlier Yash charged one of the orcs ramming into him with his shield and viciously stomping on its throat. With his heavy boots that should be more than enough to kill the creature, now the rest of the fallen orc's companions drew in close penning Yash in. Of course Yash had planned for this and as they came closer and closer with small mincing jabs, Yash took a deep breath and yelled at them beginning a spinning maneuver before turning into a blur of light and appearing in front of the archer, still spinning. Yash's heavy shield smashed the leading orcs swing out of the way knocking him off guard and Yash savagely swinging through him hopefully ripping through his companion as well. When the maneuver was complete Yash would be standing in front of the archer with at least one of the orcs dead, and the spear-men no doubt spending a moment or two bewildered before quickly chasing after him. As much as he wanted to consecrate the ground beneath him weakening these foul creatures it would affect his unholy ally as well. Yash would have to wait for a more opportune moment.