Rem circled around to the rear of the large orc. He was imposing, covered in scars and Giffy just launched his foot to his groin like he was the village dirtbag. The rogue was a dirty fighter but war to begin with was dirty. 

Rem stood close enough to intercept a deadly blow that the orc may deliver with the great axe. Meanwhile he was far enough away to prepare if the brute were to strike at him. Nevertheless he kept his distance and let the more veteran warrior fight.