It was a beautiful day to have your head explode.

As he put his might into the shove Karaulish would first feel his feet lifting off of the ground, then a rush of air against his face as he was pulled sharply toward Olga. The orc had a vice-like grip of the haft of his spear long before he'd gone into the attempted shove, and so not only would he end up pushing against nothing but he'd find himself pulled forward instead of going backward. Why? Because the moment Olga had gotten a hold of his spear and he'd kept coming she had turned to her right, her right hand pistoning out behind her dragging the end of the spear with it, and if Karaulish was still holding onto it a split second later?

[b]C R U N C H .[/b]

Her left arm had already raised, and now was the time when it snapped out, as Karaulish was pulled in. A leading jab aimed right between the eyes, her knuckles not the contact point if it landed, but rather the four inches of wrought iron that made up the spike extending past her knuckles thanks to those deadly looking bracers. If her 27mph punch hit Karaulish square in the face there would be no face [i]left[/i] afterwards, the force of a punch from the orc not reaching the force Karaulish could generate with his fantastic strength, but far more than enough to kill a normal man twice over. He'd only see a green-grey blur and then it was lights out, unless his reflexes were something really special [i]or[/i] he had let go of the spear when Olga pulled.