Things had gone from good to crappy in a rather wild swing as Ygdri was left staring down some rather unfavourable odds. She had failed to outright kill the mage, and now she had both him and the swordsman to deal with at the same time. She might have been worried if she wasn't so high on adrenaline, and she pretty much ignored all of the pompous mage's words...except his remark about her being a 'Small orc-girl.' She muttered under her breath as she tried keeping an eye on the swordsman who, even now, attempted to circle around the shield-maiden. "I'll enjoy collecting your teeth, mage." The words were spat out, barely contained venom in her voice as she tried to conjure up a plan or two. 

The Mage seemed to have his own plans though. Ygdri’s thought process had to change as the fucker raised a rod of overcompensation and pointed it at the doctor. She grinned as she saw an opportunity and waited for the man to fire whatever magic he had stored in the tip of the rod, just waiting to blow its load. Gritting her teeth, Ygdri had to quickly plan for a way to encompass every single possibility that might come from the Mage’s attack. Thankfully, she had an answer.

She had to be swift for her plan to work, and if it went wrong, she’d be dead. Probably a good thing she didn’t plan to do it wrong then, wasn’t it? She knocked aside one of the swordsman’s slashes as he tried to take off her head again. She’d intended to dispatch him before, but she’d been keeping an eye on the mage. Now, her diligence could pay off. She hadn’t drawn her own axe yet, having thrown the dead man’s weapon as opposed to her own before. Instead, she’d just have to dispatch of the swordsman without a blade.

She kept one eye on the mage at all times, and when she saw what she assumed to be some sort of energy in the dragon shaped-rod’s mouth, Ygdri set her first plan into motion. The Orc surged towards the swordsman and slammed his sword out of the way once again. She then pushed on until she was as close as possible to the human, before slamming her forehead into the bridge of his nose. A loud, satisfying ‘crack’ sound let her know she’d snapped the bone. The human now dazed was shoved in front of Ygdri and in between the mage and the medicine maiden.

She didn’t see what came next: but she felt it. A heat unlike anything she’d felt before slammed against the swordsman and tickled at her green flesh past her meaty shield. The rod was spitting an intense heat and Ygdri couldn’t even imagine how much it probably hurt the dazed swordsman. He only screamed for a couple seconds though: a piercing death-cry that would permeate through the fog and overshadow all others. 

When the heat stopped tickling her skin, Ygdri threw aside the charred corpse and looked at the wizard. He was tossing the flaming rod aside for some reason, maybe he’d gone and emptied it already. Either way, Ygdri was not gunna let the opportunity escape her. She had thought of something while hiding behind her human shield, and that would probably have to be enough.

She surged forward now, shield raised as she fished inside the pouches attached to the inside of her shield, pulling out a flask, filled with a green ichor of sorts. The plan was equal measures simple and genius; a combination Ygdri had always found the most successful. She’d observed a few things thus far: Weapons didn’t go through some sort of shield he had up, at least nothing as solid as an axe; she’d also found out that things like fire [i]could[/i]; and it probably had something to do with the rune-thingee on the ground. That meant her best bet was to either figure out what went through the circle of bunny-letters or make [i]him[/i] go through it.

She kept moving forward until she was only a few feet away before uncorking the green flask and lobbing the contents inside towards the mage’s face. Inside was a corrosive acid, but most importantly, it was something that stunk like a combination of warg vomit and horse shit that had fermented in some rancid ass. If the acid didn’t hit him, the stench would.

At the same time as Ygdri lobbed the flask, she saw Lontok leaping through the air towards the mage. She wanted to shout out a warning to him, but elected not to. The pig-fucker was probably going to end up finishing her kill, or he was at least going to provide a nice distraction. Worst comes to worse, he’ll slam into the magic shield and she’ll reset whatever bone he breaks after the company killed the mage. 

There was no hesitation though. No fear...The mage [i]would[/i] die, and she hoped she got the opportunity to make it slow.