(OOC: You are quite lucky--on the charge, you would have missed

Also, I would not have noticed this if the disparity wasn't so different, but I checked your math to see how you managed to go from 34 to 43 the two damage rolls, and you accidentally did +36 this time. It should be 32 damage with the math corrected EDIT--you figured it out while I typed this long post!)
*Hulgyr's attack slashes deeply into the man who had engaged the Astral Construct, who glares at Hulgyr.*
"Your time is at an end, orc," he scoffs.
(OOC: E2 has now taken 36 - 1*x - 1*y damage where x is equal to his DR, and y to his fast healing)
*Aglaia shakes her head.*
"This shiny dust is very pretty, but I think it would be better for you if you just joined with me. My Chevaliers, my brave knights, are more than a match for your mightiest, but...imagine what delicious Chevaliers you could be! Think of the power you would have to fulfill your dreams...to reach your destinies. I've been impressed by your tenacity and the strengths of your spirits, my little adventurers. Accept this kiss, my gift to you, and let us stop this senseless fighting."
*She blows each of them a kiss, her body surrounded by a pink aura that flashes and channels into something at her hip for a moment before spreading outward, in an intangible feeling, almost as if kisses were actually flying through the air to land on each of the adventurers' chests. Well, everyone except Almayce anyway. The elf may collapse after a light tap, but his eclectic studies have inexplicably given him a will of incredible strength, perhaps the strongest of any adventurer in the entire world. He feels the phantom kiss and quashes it with little effort.*
*For everyone else, those with exposed chests (which is no one I think) can see a small symbol appear there, consisting of lips as if kissed by someone with too much lipstick overlaid with a runic sigil. For everyone else, they just feel a tingle there, and they feel suddenly energised. She makes a gesture at the air as if petting or stroking something, and everyone but Almayce feels the gentle soothing caress of intangible hands upon their skin. They feel invigorated and filled with energy, and although the energy is infused with a great deal of roiling chaos, it feels so good that they can't help wanting more.*
(OOC: Everyone except Almayce gets a +2 profane bonus to Charisma and saving throws (if Almayce chooses not to make the save, he can too, but apparently WotC says that doing so is a Chaotic act). 'Wanting more' is a flavour text point rather than a Suggestion or anything like that--it does not compel you to change your actions in any way).
Michael's turn, then the casters)