The knife had missed its intended target, looks like the orc won't be getting a fancy new eyepatch today, but everything worked out in the end. The blade had severed the strap that secured the orc's helmet, revealing his face and a scar across his forehead. There was no doubt in his mind, it was the orc from yesterday. It was too bad that they had to formally meet under such circumstances. It was obvious now that he had made the orc go from furious to completely bloodthirsty, and Harklas found it harder and harder to make light of the situation the more dire it got. The orc swept the sand away and seemed to have finished with his sword, something that should have made him relieved, but didn't. Harklas's jolly laughter turned more nervous as he realized that speed means nothing when its death that you're running from...<br/><br/>"This is<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>my idea of a good time..."<br/><br/>Harklas regained his sense of focus when the orc lobbed the crushed helmet at him, barely nicking his wing, but enough to make him drop his last knife. He began circling the orc, trying to dodge the stones flying at him, but to no avail. A decent sized rock tore through the center of his wing, making it useless. It would probably take<span style="font-style: italic">weeks</span>to heal and the pain was unbearable. Spiraling down to the earth, Harklas tried his best to change his path towards the orc, having one last trick up his sleeve. As he was nearing the orc, he turned to stone, hoping to land on his now unprotected head and knock him out.