Sasha was fast to finish the fumbling orc. Still holding it by the ring in his two fingers, he pulled it up to grasp the haft in his good arm and finished the charge by bashing the butt of the weapon into the archers forehead with all its weight behind it. There was a sickening snap of three hundred pounds forcing the neck into a most unnatural position. Even if it wasn't dead, it slumped over out of the fight as the brain told the body to sit this fight out.

Sasha was just able to recover his weapon into a proper position when a siege engine slammed into him. Flying sideways, he got the moment to see that it was not a battering ram but rather an orc with a tower shield and a lance. Now where was he in the beginning of all this? Such questions would have to wait as the ground rose up to meet him and all he could do was turn into the earth to ride it out. His hat lost to the winds now, he would have to get a new one, perhaps make one out of metal strips instead of reeds. 

He planted the haft into the ground and rose up on it for support before testing his off hand. It hurt more than it had harmed and he would probably have a nasty raised scar for the rest of his life for it. But it could bear the weight to still do his job so he squared off against the lancer and waited for it to throw its namesake or try to crash into him again.