Letting his right paw slide across the floor, the beast used his pre-existing momentum to contimue the clockwise spin. Leaving his grounded left upper claw as an anchor while his right, already far to the side, twisted about to face her and try to meet the orc blade for blade. Both his lower arms withdrawn to his hips, curling up alongside his flanks(the sides of the torso) before coming down in a far smaller downward swiping motion then the left claw had done moments ago, but this time hoping to outright gut the woman. This is not to say he escaped Morroja's dagger untouched, for as he twisted where he stood, the blade's folded steel glinted upon his broad chest, a slight sound like an arrow striking worked metal at an awkward angle resounded, more small chips of his shell sparking out...<br/><br/>And a faint trickle of orange blood... His lips contorting with a snide grin as he half hissed, half whispered in a husky voice to her ear in passing, "Fooorrrget sssommmethiiing?" those glowing blue eyes leering in amusement. Neh, delight! Now this was a fight! Even without arms and armor this fleshling threw herself at him with a demon like ferocity!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>