(Thanks to Zelosse for helping me edit this)

The sanctification of scoring the wound on the Rat Ogre was short lived. The limb of his foe crashed hard into his chest and sent him hard into the tunnel walls with a meaty thud. Standing, though dazed from the strike, the greenskin heritage bubbled to the surface as per usual. The rage of his people filled Gormarrs eyes with hatred aimed solely at the abomination.

Gormarr ignored the Dwarven soldiers that passed by him and readied his remaining weapon, the other having been dropped in the tumble. The burst of light revealed the monster in all its splendor, twisted steel limbs and armor coating its foul body, but if the Orcish battle rager cared at all for this new set of challenge it wasn't shown.

With a shout, the Orc pushed off the wall and charged the monstrosity while its focus was on the Dwarves. Ducking under a sweeping backhand that wasn't aimed at him, Gormarr struck. His axe dug deep into the creatures elbow joint, luck was on his side and the blade cut deep into the bone. How the beast HOWLED! 
It's pain drove Gormarr further into his own bloodlust. Muscles bulging from the strain he held on to the axe handle with as much strength as he could muster. The Rat Ogre would not be stalled for long, but its bleeding and nearly severed arm would put the group at a massive advantage.