Dorno's claws rake across the goblins face, leaving a horrible, deep gash.

Hurrig's action.

Bründir ignores the arrow for a moment, try to keep his shield in the way of the leader, and swings for the warg between him and the wagon. The damned thing moved a bit to quick and barely eacaped the dwarf.

Val continues to ignoring the terrible pain in guts as she turns her attention to the warg that had sneaked past their defensive line. She strikes out with her axe which connects with the beast's hindquarters, but the thick hide prevents the axe blade from penetrating and it skips across, leaving a wicked red mark.

Vark takes a few deep breaths to steady himself before charging back towards the fray. Before he can get into the melee, a burst of wind and snow swirls around his feet, lifting him up top of the wagon. From here he has a much better vantage, and he begins chanting as blue lightning plays across the tip of his staff and his free hand. Two bolts shoot out at the canine beasts. One plunges harmlessly into the snow, but the other connects with the closest warg, singing its fur as the arc persists.

Jex ducks out from behind the wagon one more time, not even raising the bow to his eye he releases another shot with vicious accuracy at the unaware worg. The arrow sticks deep in the abdomen of the beast, causing a howl of pain as it begins to stagger under the weight of its rider, the wound is likely a mortal one. Jex eyes the battlefield, choosing his next target as he steps back behind the cover of the wagon. 

Hurrig calls down the radiant hammer onto the worg again, slamming into its midsection. Hurrig, notices he is surrounded on all sides and starts feel closed in. "Oi, ugly. Over here!" Hurrig calls out to the goblin in front of him as he swings his warhammer into its chest. 

The wolf to the north snarls and snaps at Hurrig, even as the rider swings down at the dwarf with its crooked blade, but the blows merely glance off of the stout dwarf's heavy armour.

The goblin fighting on foot panics as the cleric's warhammer drives the wind from it, and slinks back from the battle, trying futilely to stop the bleeding.

To the east one of worgs and its rider make a break for it down the pass, both bleeding heavily as they go.

The worg in front of Thurston lunges for his legs, sweeping them out from under him and leaving him vulnerable on the ground while its rider rains down blows on the Norscan.

Thurston takes 15 points of piercing damage and 3 points of slashing damage to vigour -> 11/28 Vigour

The leader of the pack looses another arrow at Bründir, but it sails far overhead and he also beats a hasty retreat down the pass on his wounded worg.

The battered worg behind the line limps back and away, before abruptly letting out a blood curdling howl. Its rider takes the opportunity to loose a wicked shot at Bründir that buries itself deep into the dwarf's arm.

Bründir takes 9 points of piercing damage to vigour and 2 points of pierc,ing damage to wounds -> 11/21 Vigour, 12/14 Wounds

Dizzy from blood loss, the wounded goblin swings wildly at Dorno once more, but stumbles and falls on its own blade, before passing out in the snow. Its worg comes charging down the mountainside towards the cougar, but Dorno ducks out of the way just in time.

Thurston's action.

From the ground and feeling the fangs of the worg cleaving his leg, Thurston can't avoid the blade of it's rider. 

But the worg had made a mistake. Now Thurston can attack his head without hindrance. So the paladin focuses all his strength and concentration to hit the creature's head, his hammer once again crippling with lighting across its surface. When it smashed the creature's face, the lighting crosses to its body, making the worg open his jaws, and Thurston standed up, ready to continue the fight despite his wounds.

Dorno crouches in a defensive position versus the worg, quickly glancing around at his companions and deciding that they are relatively ok and he can focus on his current duel.  Circling just a bit back and forth the cougar waits for his opportunity and then lunges at the throat of the larger beast.  He bites down hard as blood spurts from a vein, weakening the beast as Dorno tries to drag him down and finish him.

@Dorno (Hexblade) :game_die:
Result: 1d20 (20) + 4
Total: 24
Critical Hit!
@Dorno (Hexblade) :game_die:
Result: 2d6 (5, 3) + 2
Total: 10

Hurrig sees the 2 goblins trying to get away. “Ya not goin anywhere, little ones!” He calls the hammer over. The mighty spiritual hammer soars through the air and collided into the side of the worg. The sound of bones crunching and the ear piercing yelp of the worg as it slumps to the ground. Hurrig then turns his attention to the other goblin and raises his fist yelling, “Moradin’ll smite ya soon enough.” With that a holy fire rains down on the goblin. The goblin quickly looking over its shoulder is able to course correct and avoid the fire.

Val smiles humorlessly as the enemies around them begin to fall to their weapons. She spins around to slash into the worg behind her, only to gasp in pain as the twisting movement causes her abdomen to erupt in agony! The power of her icy rage keeps Valaith on her feet, but her attack falters and the axe flies passed the worg with no injury!

Jex looks at the fight from around the side of the wagon. Everything seemingly under control now he considers drawing his swords and entering the fray. He watches as Vark let's lose a Ray of ice left and right though and uses the opportunity as cover to let loose a final arrow at the worg to the left of his cover. The arrow embeds itself in the worg's hide, failing to draw blood, but certainly painful. He moves to that side of the wagon, stowing his bow, ready to move in. 

Bründir's latest attack fell short as he chased the fleeing, wounded warg. An arrow in his arm shot pain to his chest as he reared his weapon for the strike. His blade fell short as he grasped the arrow shaft, "Damned twig! Ye lil' shits won' break this stone so easy!" The arrow snaps as Bründir's words feed renewed life into the wound and the bleeding eases.

(Level 1 slot of Healing Word)

The worg to the north redoubles its attack on Hurrig, dragging the dwarf to the ground and its rider slices a deep, nasty looking wound in his shield arm.

Hurrig takes 12 points of piercing damage to vigour, 4 points of slashing damage to vigour and 3 points of slashing damage to wounds -> 0/24 Vigour, 14/17 Wounds

The goblin fleeing on foot frantically tries to stop its wounds from bleeding, before simply tipping over in the snow. In the distance two more can be seen fleeing towards Sheercleft on worg-back, their mounts staining the pass crimson with every passing step.

The beast Thurston injured also draws back from the fight, its rider loosing a shot at the warrior as they go, almost knocking him back over from the impact on his armour.

Thurston takes 5 points of piercing damage to vigour -> 6/28 Vigour

The rider that fell from the worg Hurrig downed stumbles for his feet and glances about at the situation. More than half the warband is in retreat and the warrior follow suit, trying fruitlessly to catch up with its allies.

The worg fighting Dorno bites vicously at the cougar in return. The beast's teeth bite deep into Dorno's haunches until he shifts back into his firbolg form.

Dorno takes 2 points of piercing damage to cougar form, 12 points of piercing damage to vigour, and 2 points of piercing damage to wounds -> 12/24 Vigour, 15/17 Wounds

Thurston's action.

Recovering from the impact on his armor and not without surprise that such a small bow could prodcue such strength Thurston almost takes a step forward to follow the fleeing worgs and goblins, but he then sees Dorno fighting in cougar form against one of the remaining worgs and he changes his focus on him. He then charges forward it and smash him on one side. He hears how the air is forced out of the beast's lungs, but nothings seems to broken despite his impact. 

"Don't you worry brave Dorno, Thor is with us in this fight. Soon they will be sent to Hel!!" 

Dorno, now in his firbolg form, cries out in pain after the vicious attack but wrestles to his feat.  He gets angry and yells "No!" at the worg as if was a pet dog behaving badly and swiftly calls upon the tiny, dancing baby unicorn once again.  It excitedly runs circles around Thurston's feet.  At the same time Dorno does his best to move back next to the bear spirit while avoiding another vicious attack and prepares to defend himself with quarterstaff and shield.

Bonus Action: Healing Spirit

Thurston heal: 4

Action: Disengage

Val glances around the battlefield as the worgs and goblins begin to drop in drastic numbers, fleeing the battlefield; however, through her icy rage she also takes in the number of wounds her companions have sustained. She stares down the remaining worg, dropping her shield and axe to the ground defiantly as she makes a show of unslinging the massive, black maul from her back as she moves into a flank with Brundir. "Hold my friends, we have almost won the day!" With that she lets out another of her terrifying war cries as she swings her weapon up over her head and into a brutal, downward blow into the torso of the worg! As the head of the maul crushes and rips into the bones of the beast with a satisfying crunch and a spray of a bright blood, Valaith smiles as she sees that telltale black spark shoot up the handle of her weapon... Her eyes widen in surprise as she suddenly feels the intensity of her stomach wound begin to lessen as the magic of the maul works to knit together her grievous injury. She lets out a hearty laugh as blood continues to spurt and spray from the severed artery along the open cavity into the worg's chest. "None can stand before us!"

Bründir sweeps ahead and left to block the escape of the last warg and goblin pair (WO1/GO1). A quick swipe at the warg's feet keep it from rushing away too fast. "Dorno! Show that damned cur who's boss!"

(Lvl 1 Healing Word for Dorno to heal 1 Wound and 2 Vigour, plus stop bleeding.)

Hurrig winces at the cut on his arm. "The little ****er cut me!" He grabs his symbol to Moradin and mutters a quick prayer as he places his now glowing hand over the cut. "That'll do for now I 'spose." The spiritual hammer readjusts in the air next to Hurrig and prepares to strike the Worg. The worg is to quick and is able to evade the hammer with the direction of it's rider.

Seeing a chance for some glory, Jex leaps out from behind the wagon, short swords waving he swings them both at the already wounded worg. His first blade catches nothing but air bit the second strikes true, catching the worg cleanly on the flank and forcing it from its feet, all strength to stand gone from its muscles with the light from its eyes as it gives one final pitiful yelp. The rider falls on his face surrounded by enemies daring him to get up.