As Garrok followed the tiny witch and the rest of the group towards the first door, he took a quick peek into each of the opened cells, looking for some kind of improvised weapon. Only a fool would fight with his fists when given the option not to. Some of the cells had buckets or little wooden stools in them that didn’t look very promising, but at the last moment he spotted a ball and chain lying on the floor, its shackle opened. He quickly ducked down and snatched it up by the chain. It would make a clumsy weapon, but at least it was heavy and swingable.

When the door swung open and the monster was revealed, Garrok didn’t waste any time. Any other orc might have charged the thing, but he at least had the sense not to directly attack something that big. At the last moment he suddenly remembered the child, not the witch but the other one, who seemed so defenseless. While he had no particular reason to care for these strangers, he felt that as a knight of sorts he ought to protect the weak. With his free arm, he grabbed the child by the collar of his ragged clothing and lifted him up like one would lift a bag of potatoes, before running off to the right to avoid the monster’s swing.

With long strides, he ran forward and to the right, avoiding the downward smash and putting himself in a flanking position. There he unceremoniously set the kid back down and without further ado turned towards the pale giant. Now is as good a time as any, he thought, and charged forward to swing the heavy iron ball at the creature’s side, now that it was hopefully still distracted.