Thundermarket Food Court
The closest orc is the first through the door, who was honestly expecting to be shot, and had his head down, eyes closed and arms crossed across his torso. The shotgun pellets rip into his body, but he's managed to ensure nothing immediately fatal has been hit.
The moment the ooze-man tries to choke the two orcs biting at him, they spit out and try to force themselves to vomit, hoping that will unclog their mouths. It'll fail for one of them, and he'll roll off, hacking and choking, but another will pile on in his place. They've learnt now not to bite, however, so they pull out their rarely used work knives- a curved kukri and a straight trench knife- and start trying to carve the thing up.