If this had been a year ago. Liirah's general thoughts around Orc tactics would have been accurate. It still applied to most clans in the region, with the exception of the Crimson Wolves. Ankhiel had been diligent at helping his people understand that it did not make you less a warrior to not charge headstrong into combat. That both types of tactics did apply based on the setting. That sometimes the intimidation factor of charging into combat was indeed the correct approach. There's no way Liirah could have known their intent was to capture, not kill. It just wasn't something that Orcs were known for as it relates to any forms of espionage or reconnaissance. The two Orcs continued to trod on their path until she'd raised up her crossbow. Both Orcish men in near perfect synchronization moved their battleaxes horizontally toward their chest, turning the blade flat to cover the majority of their exposed torsos. This was clearly a defensive tactic in the event she decided to fire.<br/><br/>The Orc's took a moment's pause, their gaze was intent, if looks could kill they were casting daggers towards the young woman with the crossbow. A sneer appeared on one of their faces until she started to speak in broken Orcish. They did not cast their eyes away from her but when she lowered her bow it did allow for the intense expression to soften. As they tried to understand her words. One of the Orc men bellowed with a booming voice, even though his tone and inflection was one of informative. "Jet kongor Narg iak Goga." Roughly translated, it meant that the old hunter she was seeking was taken to their village. It was true, to the best of their knowledge. They were after all a scouting party. They didn't spend much downtime in the village, they were wholly unaware of the fate that befell the elder hunter.<br/><br/>By this time the slender Orc woman had closed the distance from behind Liirah. The sheer size of the tree trunk would not allow for an entirely stealth-driven engagement. If it were slimmer she'd have been able to pressure the apprentice hunter directly from behind, but instead the female Orc had to walk around the massive base to get an angle on the human. She didn't heft as large of an axe as the males. It was short so clearly meant for close engagements but it was also balanced weight-wise so that it could be thrown at a fleeing target. When she rounded the tree she brandished it at the human hunter but did not move to strike. "Bow!" That was one of the limited words the Orc-woman knew in common-tongue. She wasn't making a statement, it was obvious, but in her mind. That was the only way to indicate that she wanted the hunter to drop her weapon.