Have you heard of the insane Bretons?

Amal had not, but he was glad he had befriended one. He wasn't sure if the ogre would die on its own that way, but it was likely to crush Delphine in the meantime if he did not work fast. He was not one for fair play, but he decided to curb the urge to be devious by taking advantage of the Ogre in pain rather than letting Delphine bite it. Amal ducked under a swinging arm, and pivoted his foot, launching himself at a debris pile and using it as a spring board to fly to the saber. He hit the ground in a roll, roughly grabbing for the hilt. 

"AH-AH-AH-MA-AH-AHL!" Delphine cried as she was thrown back and forth.

The Ogre finally stopped anw drew in a lungful of air, preparing to back up to crush her against the wall. He threw himself back, Delphine wisely letting go. It gasped as the sword was shoved deeper into its torso. The monster was not dead, grasping at its back in pain. The thief slid under a heavy hand and scrambled up the ogre's body like a rabid cat. Just as the ogre managed to grab onto Amal and squeeze, he drew his saber around and opened the brute's throat with a heavy slash. Blood bubbled out of the wound, and the ogre tossed Amal into the debris, hitting the stones like a doll. He theorized a few parts of him were broken as he rolled to the floor, but his survival instinct kept his eyes opened. He saw the ogre gripping its neck, wheezing and stumbling like a drunk. It barely missed Delphine with its steps, but the giant brute began to teeter over her. 

"Dibella's tits!" Amal cursed, picking himself up, bearing the pain as he reached his feet. The ogre whimpered like a dog, before it began to fall like an axed tree. Delphine was feebly crawling away just as its shadow descended upon her. Thankfully, the redguard had long, strong arms, and he grabbed her hand, yanking her out from under the eight hundred point bulk. As Amal pulled her free, it hit the floor with a resounding 'boom,' cracking the stone beneath it. 

Amal saw Delphine look up and squint at him, surprised. Amal gave her another grin, however it lost some of its vivacity from Amal's free hand holding his stomach, blood in his hand. He breathed in weakly, but managed to say. "I bet the ogre must be at least thirty." He remarked. 

In the deep, they heard a screeching echo. It was as if the very darkness had come alive to end their lives. It was a wordless scream, and the footfalls of something human-sized grew closer. "Jacks promised!" The shriek echoed in the tunnels. It filled their ears, bouncing into the upper levels. "Jacks promised totem!" 

Out of the darkness, a large goblin stepped out of the abyssal black tunnel. Its sloped forehead and oversized teeth, along with its iron armor, betrayed its status as chief of the clan. In its clawed hand was an iron axe, and its head was clad in a steel helm with curled horns adorning its form. 

Amal coughed out dust, and tried to drag himself to his feet. It was excruciating and slow, but he did it. He rolled his shoulder and bent his neck, before offering a hand to Delphine. "Kill this Tobr'a together?" He asked nonchalantly.