His legs soon ached. Rushing down the stairs hewn into the cliffs worked muscles that were not used to being worked. He doubted the orc's bodies complained in the same way. What had been tiny black dots on the cliff had taken form when he checked over his shoulder. "Don't...stop..." he called out between breaths. Heavy breathing, harsh growls and clattering weapons seemed to close in all around them. As if a feral world was swallowing them up. Raigryn panted his foot and stopped suddenly. One of the orcs was running across the rocky ground above the carved out track and leaped towards him. Raigryn called on his Desire again, drawing deep to take gravity away from his attacker. The orc continued overhead and Raigryn swung from low to high, gutting the orc as he passed overhead and covering himself with putrid gore. It was a strange situation having blood rain down as he felt a pulse-quickening well of undirected desire. He couldn't draw on that aspect for a while now. Raigryn set himself in a defensive stance and counted how many orcs were coming down the cliffside. It was too many.