Arcata felt as if the ground were tilting down under her feet as the monstrous orc charged her. As if he was standing still, and she were sliding inexorably towards him.
Got a little too close, eh? her father's voice, mocking the airs of the posh, jested in her head. What a spot of bother.
There was exactly one chance. It wasn't a great one. She really had erred...gotten overconfident. As if avoiding attacking this hulking brute directly would prevent him from realizing there was a mage picking his team apart. From close by. Meanwhile, Arcata's own front line had all but collapsed.
Hypnotic Pattern next time. Definitely Hypnotic Pattern. Jezzi was right.
She incanted as the orc filled her field of vision, loomed over her. She could feel his stride in the earth under her feet. Her hand sparked as the spell took hold. Lightning peeled and split over her fingers.
The giant was upon her. Eyes wide and bloodshot and wild. Weapon upraised.
Arcata reached out as the lightning reached the tip of her hand, as the huge orc reached her...
There was a buzzing CRACK and a flash of eye-watering light. The charging orc was caught short in mid-stride and flung back as his body from the midsection down convulsed and went numb. There was pain, yes, but not so much as even a decently strong sword swing might do. It was that numbness, that tingling, that ringing in the ears that saved Arcata.
As the orc got back to his feet, shaking the daze out of his head, she turned around and ran back to the north, as fast as her feet could go. Overhead, Keemi hooted and dove lower, ready to lend a wing should it be necessary.
Shocking Grasp: [roll0] or [roll1] for [roll2]
Advantage from Faerie Fire saves the day!
Then move 30' away to the north because he can't take reactions...eeeee...