The leg slashed orc desperately crawled and reached out for the human warrior's ankle, not wanting it said that a mere human had bested him. But Alice had seen the motion, and prepared. While the other orc still tried to push through her shield, which was surprisingly easier than she expected, she bent backwards and preformed a backwards cut at his neck. Bloodly liquid poured out and the orc collasped in to the snowy ground. The village girl then tried for a belly thrust of her remaining opponent, but he parried, pushed her blade to the side, and tried his own thrust. 

The blond girl countered by sidesteping and catching the blade with her shield. Then while the orc was still vulnerable, she turned towards its side and stabbed through the exposed armpit. She then slid her blade up and prepared for a counterattack. But it never came. The orc collapsed from the blood coming forth and rested finally into the snow. Alice breathed heavily, not so much from exhaustion as of something she counldn't quite finger. The sight to the blood on her sword seemed to sicken her. As she tried wiping it off on the snow, Alice reflected upon their fallen foes resemblance to the blacksmith. 

But she just kept shaking it off as well as the feeling of repulsion, thinking she shouldn't feel this way. Never hearing about the normal symptoms to killing humans and their kin, even if they acted monsterish most of the time. The village girl then turned to the one Veo had shot and spotted the blue gem. She storde over and picked it up, sheathing her sword and placing her shield as she went. "Well, here's your jewel, Mr. Veo,"Alice said as she held it out to him. "Whoever this is for must be really lucky."