He knew he needed to keep the Ogre stationary, so he did something that was usually considered foolhardy when fighting an Ogre. He attacked first. As it seethed with rage, he ran at it, blade poised like a striking snake. He wished he had a fireball left, but he'd need to prepare the spell again. Without that, he'd likely knock himself out attempting to conjure another. 

The Ogre prepared itself, and swung its massive fist in an uppercut that scraped the ground right as Markus got within range. He barely leaped aside in time, and didn't have the time to hack at the arm. Instead, he continued with his momentum and stabbed the beast in the gut. It wasn't a deep stab, unfortunately. The Ogre rumbled with pain, and even more anger. It attempted to grab Markus. It was all he could do to backpedal, slashing at the fist. 

He was a good swordsman, but without his spells (and unless he got lucky), a one on one fight with an Ogre would eventually end up with him being crushed if he kept at it. He spun and cut the monster where he could, dancing back and forth with a leading blade as his Elven tutor taught him. He hoped Valerie would get there soon. The Ogre was getting faster with its movements, having enough of this farce. 
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