Things were coming towards her. She watched as the anchor swung, actually rolling her eyes as she did so. If they expected to be able to kill her with that swing, they had another thing coming for them. Stepping inside the anchor's guard, she looked up at the figure swinging it around and froze for a second. She may not have had divine blessing still, but divine senses never really faded, and that... That was an undead person. A very powerful undead person. The moment of her being frozen proved to be her downfall, as she stared too much at one target to see the other. That would be the orc crashing into her then.

As she spun through the air thanks to the collision with an orc, she felt something knock her on the head. With a [i]clunk[/i] that she felt throughout her entire body, the top of the glaive smacked her on her unprotected head. Unlike some monks, she did [i]not[/i] have a brow made of iron, and so that sent her toppling down like a sack of bricks, barely even swaying as she did so. It was as if someone had just switched off her brain for a second, and when she came back to consciousness, she was flat on her back and with a spinning head.

On the bright side, she now had a reason for a headache beyond alcohol. Moaning, she rubbed the top of her head and attempted to sit up, only to fall back down and nearly bash her head open on the flagstones for the second time. She groaned a little and turned over onto her front, using her shield to push herself back onto her knees. "Ow," she managed to mutter out, before her brain finally decided to inform her that it had taken enough punishment today, and her eyes rolled back in her head, the paladin's poor cranium finding itself in another encounter with the flagstones.