" Tovin stood his ground as the muscle bound orcs walked close to him. Having never seen a real orc in the flesh before he had however heard stories of how a single orc stood his ground against a full crew of novice adventurers and even took an axe to the chest without falling. The creature now was within range of his magic but should he seize on this chance or turn and run. Looking over at his companions, Thorak and Danoes he could sense their desire to flee. Thorak's hand was hovering over the handle of his blade, unsure whether to pull it and attack .
Making his mind up Tovin closed his eyes and whispered the words of his spell, "Chill Touch". As he concentrated he held up his hand and formed it into a clawed shape . Extending his arm a ghostly skeletal hand appeared in front of him and sailed across the distance between him and the Orc assailant. Opening his eyes, now completely black like the night sky, his pupils consumed by the very magic he channeled and using his will the magic claw grasped the orc around its neck and applied pressure determined to squeeze life from it.
Thorak took advantage of this and yanked his great sword free and charged into battle followed by Danaos summoning a dagger made out of pure Ice, flinging it at one of the orcs in front of Tovin...
Awesome! If I was one of your players I know I would love this.
Be Excellent to one another. Rock on dude.