Morroja scrabbled away, rolling to one side to barley escape the series of flaying claws and vicious splinters that snapped on the floor after her. The almost-fatal left claw nailed the remains of her linen vest to the floor and ripped under the Orc's escape. She rolled into a crouch, breathing heavily as she nursed her rapidly-bruising hand, her breasts now uncovered and already covered with a faint sheen of sweat. She stood, grimacing as she realized this beast may be  more powerful than she thought.<br/><br/>With an inward sigh of relief she had landed within arm reach of her bootknife, she wrenched the blade out of the wall. Holding it in a stabbing grip as she charged forward, not waiting for the Flayer to display his next move as she lunged for its neck with the blade, straight towards the beast's body with little care for the number of savage limbs as she gave a howling warcry.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>