Dawn
Mariam's face contorted slightly as she looked over the man as be continued to approach now. She kept up her more defensive stance as her brow furrowed. She held the axe expertly, having been accustomed to the weapon she wielded. She herself was ready for a counter attack as well, still letting herself grow nearer to Stern for the added protection the hulk of a man offered. She went to pull up her hood for added protection, shielding her eyes from view from the man across from her. She frowned lightly, going to continue stepping back unless she knew Stern was nearby. 

Though as the man began to run to try finding the archer, it left her without the Orc's looming protection, so finally, she stopped backing up and let her weight move into her legs- shifting her frame into the ground and widening her stance. Should he rush her, she would most certainly be ready. She let out a huff through her nose, going to stare him down despite him not being able to see her eyes.

***"I would ask why, though I doubt a slimy rat like you could even come up with a reason."***
Daniel
The bandit spitted on the ground "This rat surely knows how to make ladies like you cry and scream!" He said after emitting a chuckle, showing his yellowish teeth and letting the fetid stench of alcohol, meat and low hygiene out of his mouth. He swung his club, aiming for her armed hand. There was no trace of a technique in that attack, just the clumsy way of fighting derived from brawls and fights against weaker opponents.

Stern was moving quickly through the snow, leaving behind him a red trail. He was losing blood, but not in a way that would have calmed his primal rage. His breaths were quick, growly and animalistic in such a way that one would have struggled to recognize the orc as an intelligent being and not a wild beast. The orc's red eyes darted to a tree, his nose told him that his prey was located on top of it. An arrow coming from the it erased all of the possible doubts of the orc, who blocked the projectile with his thick leather braces. "SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARDY BASTARD". His roar made some of the branches shake. A clear sign of the archer's hiding spot. 
With a swift move, Stern trew his axe at the branches, cutting them off. 
A small figure fell from them, hitting the snowy ground. The orc unsheathed his dagger, pacing fast to reach the cloaked figure.
He lifted the surprisingly small body, his anger did not gave him the chance to understand who the archer was until he was holding him by his neck. A young boy, probably not older than 11 years old was struggling to free himself from the orc's grip.
Dawn
As the Bandit's attack moved into Mariam's own, a yelp of pain escaped her- her frame taking a step or two back as the impact pushed her. She gulped hard now, her frame going to set up a counter attack. With one hand on her axe, her stronger arm- the right arm had begin to use it to drive into the shield. Lodging it there, she went to charge forwards to get him off balance on onto his back. With powerful legs, she maneuvered to get her boots into the ground in a way that gave her more traction than her sloppy opponent. 

She didn't speak, and instead she used her newfound traction and the hold of the axe within the shield to twist his arm . It wouldn't take much for her weapon to dislodge from the place where she put it, though it would certainly give him a quick bit of pain that could let her take the advantage in the fight.

—-

The young boy that was now hanging by his throat tried desperately to claw at the man's hand. His eyes grew wide as panic set in. As he began to desperately fight and claw at the fingers that hoisted him up in the air. A bear of a man, the cloth likely coating the fur that lurks beneath. He looked down to the arm as he clawed at the surface, noting how when he tried to dig at the thick fabric, it was the texture of leather and skin.. Not fur. He tried his hardest to scream in terror, though the waning airflow to his small lungs continued to decrease. He whimpered before trying to holler and finally- he spoke. 

**"M-Mercy! P-Please!"** As the young boys voice had the air of terror, so did the creeping blue skin that began to flood his face and the dark purple under where the orc had held onto him. He looked young, though not innocent. It was for the Orc to decide.
Daniel
Something changed in the eyes of the hunter... Their colour was returning to the usual tone of brown. The orc trew the child aside, making him fall a few meters away where the snow was thick enough to prevent an eventual bone fracture. Stern spitted on the ground and emitted a growl before sheathing his dagger and gathering his axe. He then reached the boy, crouching next to him. 
Something in his mind was telling him to end the child's life, yet those weren't the ways of his Clan...
 "Kill only when your life depends on it..." 
His eyes travelled to the bow that was attached to the quiver of the young attacker. A finely crafted weapon, short enough to be used in confined spaces or by a small archer. The greenskin looked at it before taking the weapon and snapping it in two. "If you try to follow us you will follow your friends on the Plains of Anguish." His threat sounded sharp and painful like the crack of a whip. The orc stood up and walked back to the clearing where he had been attacked, stumbling a bit as adrenaline became scarcer and scarcer in his blood. His wounds were no longer bleeding, Stern tried to ignore the pain as he left the child alone.

The bandit groaned in pain, instinctively swinging his club aimlessly while stumbling backwards. "UGH! You damn bitch!" He realized how useless his shield was against such a well crafted axe. A painful reality that he tried to ignore to better focus on the fight.
Dawn
Mariam's fingertips shifted on her axe, attempting to make a hit onto the man as his shield went down though temporarily. Though as she made her way into the opening, his flailing mace had struck her shoulder, sending her balance down hill. Yelping, her voice carried with it the sound of pain. She went to slam her axe into the ground before using the pressure she had into the ground to help her roll away from the man now. She held her should to herself now, the pressure creating a lasting impact on her frame. Inhaling deeply, she let out a sigh. She didn't have long before his arm became useable again, so quickly she used her axe to help her back to standing. She hoisted herself up, shaking her head while adjusting under her cloak. It didn't take long for her to bring her axe back up to her defensive position again, spitting lightly onto the ground.
***"Seems I am the one making you cry this time around."*** She coughed lightly now, and unless the man attacked her now, she would soon find her balance again.

—

The young boy soon found himself running, while being in pain, he didn't want to turn back and face the talking bear. Forever the words would stick with him. That was if, he could survive running aimlessly in the cold winter of Taemar. Though, that was yet to be seen. And perhaps never seen again.
Daniel
The bandit decided to attempt a charge, seeing the momentary weakness of his foe as a chance to end the fight. He was about to hit the young lady on her head when an axe flew through his arm before biting into the thick bark of a tree. A thud was heard, driving the attention of the man on his arm. His expression mutated quickly into a mixture of panic and pain. 

His forearm was laying on the cold snow, starting to paint it of a mesmerizing crimson red. The bandit screamed at the top of his lungs, falling backwards and holding onto what remained of his arm. Tears of terror started flowing from his eyes to the sides of his face. That macabre scene did not last long... He felt the grip of an enormous hand pulling onto his reddish hair, the ground beneath him became slightly distant. 

Stern looked at that pitiful man with an expression of disgust before slamming the man's face against an exposed rock. The action was repeated three times as the noise of splattering blood and tore flesh mixed themselves with the muffled screams of the bandit, ceasing when what used to look like a human stopped moving. The orc let the corpse lay in the snow and looked at Mariam, his eyes showed no emotion. "Are you injured?"