The magic missile fired at its intended target. The orc rose it's weapon to block but suddenly the spell split into two and swung around him to hit him in the back exploding on impact. The force launched him forward into the sand. She could tell he was done. She smirked at the large holes at his sides. "Darn, he didn't fully explode. Oh well." Was all she said. She looked to see how the others where doing. They were all handling themselves well against their opponents. 

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 Betsy the battle boar was like a raging bull as she lowered her armored head. Preparing for impact. The orc braced itself for the impact thinking he could match it. But as the boar closed that gap between them it dodged to right. Thinking it was clear, yet the orc forgot about its rider. Before it could register what had happened the dwarf's hammer connected with the side of its head with enough force it crushed its skull and brained the already brainless orc. 

 When it hit the ground all it did was twitch here and there as its nerves were still reacting to the hit. Betsy stopped in her place and the dwarf looked behind him. He smirked and looked at the dead that surrounded them and a grumpy orc on her horse. "Hey ye got to be faster then that to get a kill when ye traveling with our blood thirsty band." He said smiling. He was quite happy with what occurred. He looked at the dead trying to spot any valuables. He couldn't really see anything that peaked his interest. These Orcs were not obviously the main force of their barbaric tribe.

.  "We should get moving,... Before their friends come looking for them. We may be able to handle a small group but I doubt we can handle a large one." He said. His boar began moving once more.