Even when he had disposed of his torch, Sylvia had still followed Sif through the tunnels for a long while, using her natural intuition and perception as a guide until the narrow mining shaft gradually branched out in all directions into a long, wide hallway. It also helped that she only really needed to follow the tunnel one way.

Coming out into the mines, she saw what she initially thought to be a wall, but realized that it was moving, and had arms and legs. It was the back of the rat ogre, another hulking mass of fur and flesh. 

She recalled her encounter with the first rat ogre, how she failed to pierce the beast’s spine, and almost paid for it with her life. Well, now she had two blades, and a bloodlust to fill, thanks to that earlier stormvermin retreating from the fight. Despite her wound, she was aching for another fight.

The ogre seemed to be transfixed by something flickering on the ground; Siph’s torch. And the beast, oblivious to the small human who had just entered the hall, had its back turned to her. 

[i]Perfect. 
[/i]

Sylvia recited her transparency spell, and stalked towards the ogre, both blades in her hands. Unlike the last ogre, which had been thrashing and swinging at nearly everything nearby, this one was docile, at least for the moment. It was a strange thing, getting so close to an opponent who could crush her in a single blow. But then again, it had to catch her first. 

Silently, like a shadow in the dark, she snuck up behind the ogre and searched for any weak spots. Of course, on such a massive beast, it was difficult to find any among its mass. Still, everything always had a weakness. Everything. 

[i]Won’t risk the spine again, it’s too damn strong.[/i] 

Even though the dwarven shortsword probably could have pierced the bone, she wouldn’t risk getting grabbed by that thing, since she wasn’t certain she would have any backup. So, she looked lower. Its waist was covered by a ragged loincloth, but she wasn’t going to go there.

[i]There are some things even I wouldn’t do, and that’s one of them. The ogre’s probably castrated anyway.[/i]

So, she looked even lower, towards the legs, more specifically, the tendons and ligaments which held them together. Easy pickings. She aimed for its right leg, slicing towards its achilles and hamstring areas, hoping to cut deep.