[Will Witfoot]

The door burst open, rubble and pieces of the stone from which it had been made falling clattering to the floor. Through the oppening a group of shadowy creatures charged in, moving with unnatural swiftness and agility. In a blur of motion they were upon the party.

From a belt crossing his torso Gortek produced a cruel-looking throwing knife. It's edges were barbed, making it very difficult to withdraw from where it had wounded. He hurled it at the closest of the beasts, grinning nastily when the man howled in agony and began to paw at the hilt producing from his thigh. He wouldn't be up to causing any trouble very soon.

He met the savage's comrade in arms blade to blade. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed, and the man withdrew his sword and resumed his attack, raining a series of swift and powerful blows at Gortek which the dwarf was hard pressed to parry. The savage sidestepped and lashed out, his blade biting into Gortek's flesh and staining his shirt red. Gortek gritted his teeth and ducked under a swipe which would have split his skull had it connected, and thrust out with his sword, aiming for the belly. Curiously, his target was no longer where it should have been and his blow met only air as his opponent dodged aside gracefully and aimed a kick at Gortek's outstretched arm. It connected with the wrist and sent the dwarf's sword clattering to the floor.

Before the man could administer the killing blow Gortek shoulder charged him, sending his assailant sprawling to the floor. Before he could rise, Gortek reached down and withdrew a dagger from his boot. In a heartbeat it was through the man's eye and lodged in his brain. The Rhûnian went limp instantly.

Sweeping the floor with his gaze Gortek's eye happened upon his fallen sword. Scooping it up, he made ready to face the fray once more.