And so there'd be a sudden [i]whoosh[/i] instead as the punch found only air and then the sword swung upward. Olga did move out of the sword's path straight after her left hand went out as she hadn't felt an impact or heard a skull shattering, this time back a few steps whilst her right hand re-positioned its grip on the spear she'd taken and then twirled it around, the tip pointing down toward the ground now as the hefty orc backpedalled, hopping back first onto her left foot and then her right, three feet of distance each time, going over the large wolf pelt that'd fallen to the ground behind her. A brief moment is taken by Olga - if Karaulish hadn't immediately advanced - to stoop down and pick that wolf pelt back up with her left hand, standing up straight again after she'd taken three backsteps. Her face still looked entirely neutral, no anger or even any other emotion currently obvious from her expression. Her eyes never left Karaulish and they didn't seem to blink either, aside from that no muscles above her neck moved at all.

If she'd been allowed to back away and pick her coat back up without being attacked she'd just stare at Karaulish for a moment, her head tilting to the side, almost like a puppy hearing its owner say a word it recognised. The spear's point would drift upward as her hand turned, the orc now holding the weapon almost like a javelin, the cloak in her left hand half hanging down and half laying on the ground, the hand holding it by the collar down by her waist. 

She wouldn't make any sudden movements if she'd gotten this far without him doing something offensive, watching to see what he'd done during and thinking about what she thought he might do after these few moments had passed. He could easily interrupt during all of this, of course, since he'd be right in front of her, in which case she would drop her plan to back off and react defensively the moment she saw he wasn't going to stop. That depended on what Karaulish did after he swung that sword, though.