Sylvia deftly dodged the ogre’s crushing blows, thankful for the backup now present. Still, she couldn’t let her guard down. There it was again, that feeling of uselessness she had. Really, what could she do with a knife and a sword that might as well have been a largish dagger? That orc was battling the ogre head-on, swinging his axe like a savage while the ogre either took the hits or staggered out of the way. Did [i]he[/i] have to worry about fragility? Hell no.

She pushed away the distracting thoughts and decided that she should use her skills to target something truly vital. The scattered bits of armor the rat ogre wore protected most of the vital areas, except a precious few. Namely, the eyes. Mentally, she planned out her attack. She would run up to it while it was distracted; climb its fur, then jab it in the eyes with her swords. 

[i]Easier said than done.[/i]

She took a deep breath, then sprinted towards the ogre, making sure to avoid the sudden swarm of bees manifesting behind her, and jumped as high as she could, grabbing onto the ogre’s coarse wires of hair. A few of the cords broke off, but luckily, the rest were sturdy enough to support her weight. Hoping the beast was distracted, she continued to climb up inch by inch, hand after hand. The stench of rot and excrement didn't make the climbing any easier.

Eventually, she scrabbled her way up to the thing’s neck, thanking her lightly armored self for making the climb so much easier than it would have been had she been wearing restrictive armor and clothing. Now came the hard part. The bees were all over the thing’s neck, making it difficult for her to concentrate, but eventually she had her legs securely around its scruff, and in both hands she carried her knife and shortsword.

“Alright then, beast. Let’s see what happens when I blindside you.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, but the threat it carried was real. Gripping the two blades, she thrusted both of them down towards the ogre’s eyes.