Sasha watched the banging of shield and thumped his polearm in the ground to respond to the challange before taking it back up. Step by step they closed in on each other to meet in the middle before the explosion of force. Sasha was a blacksmith, he knew armor as well as weapons and he saw an exploitable weakness to be had. When the spear thrust up, all sasha seemed to do was bat the spear to the side, taking the spear to his ear while sliding the blade down the haft to the unprotected fingers of the lancer. There was a set of four sickening pops as he used all of the orc's power to lop off its own digits which fell to the ground with its namesake weapon. With no spear to block and shield on the wrong side, Sasha tried to sweep the polearm right in under the arm to finish it off.