Solomon gets no farther than ten paces before he is stopped.
A red barrier is erected between him and safety.
When he looks back, the orcs are pulling themselves out of the sand and dusting themselves off.
At the back of the hunting party, what appears to be an orc shaman is holding a wooden staff. Embedded at the very top of the stick is a fist-sized glowing rock.
It seems to be what is powering the barrier.
All of Solomon's efforts have been rendered useless almost instantly. As the rocks from the crumbling mountain fall into the ravine, they bounce off the barrier like pebbles.
The high orcs begin to close in on Solomon again. They seem wary of his magic, so they cover their bodies in aura as they spread out.
Solomon knows that he has nowhere to run.
He feels his adrenaline rising.
He tries to tamp down his instincts. To think of a plan instead of charging into a fight that he knows he cannot win.
However, his armor does not let him enjoy such rationale.
