Elandris' intervention was well timed.  His target likely would have cleared the little roadblock unhindered and while Karrlandren was no stranger to being outnumbered, the Orcs had greater reach and shear strength on him in a manner he had rarely faced before.  As it was, the remaining Orc did indeed stumble on his fallen comrade, and without the third Orc to cover him it left Karrlandren a fine opening.<br/><br/>The warhammer swung out wide and caught this Orc on the back of it's hand, shattering bone and tossing the heavy weapon aside mere moments before it might have met the relatively feeble resistance of his mail coat.  The Orc twisted at the hips, legs continuing forwards but the brunt of it's weight sightly off balance as the axe turned it, and he let go of the warhammer to drop to a knee, throwing his shoulder into the off-balance Orc's middle.  He rolled the weight expertly, and stood into it to toss the Orc head over heels to smash into the earth with a confused grunt, it's axe skittering away and one hand thuroughly shattered.<br/><br/>It was a bit quicker now, it's blood pumping and mind racing with the thrill of a good fight, and as Karrlandren rose and turned to bring the shortsword to bear it was onto it's knees and was getting ready to lung at the lightly armoured knight.  It came forwards only to meet a swift, shallow thrust of the sword, dipping into it's eyesocket and the supposedly vital brain behind.  But, fired up as it was, the Orc only let out a gutteral bellowing and continued forwards, causing Karrlandren to leap back a few feet as it came after him, over-long arms reaching out in an attempt to grapple the comparetively tiny human.<br/><br/>Shortsword slashed out once, twice, taking the unwounded arm at mid-forearm and slicing the other wrist, and great fountains of bracking green blood splashed forth, and a final strike through the open mouth lodged the stout blade somewhere in the back of it's throat, severing the spine after a surprised grunt of effort on Karrlandren's part and a quick shift of weight to jerk the blade that extra few inches through tough bone.<br/><br/>Once the Orc had fallen, he frowned down at it a moment before planting one foot on it's forehead, and after two tries he managed to wrench the blade free, glancing at Elandris with a shrug, "I would have thought to spare one for questioning, but my Orkish is a bit rusty.  In that it is totally nonexistant."