The blade struck Hitomi's sword as she parried the Orc, pushed back from killing off the troll. She had at least gotten him away from Liliana. Her sword swung at the Orc, lighting up with a green glow, her plague strike ready to infect him as her frost fever had already done. Her minion was dead, but they were easily replacable. "What's the matter, Orc..too cowardly to pick a fight with someone your own size?" Hitomi taunted him in his own native Orcish, having learned it long ago when she was alive on Draenor. "Then again, I guess it's hard to find someone your size...and if we went with brains instead of brawn, they'd have to be complete, utter idiots for it to be a fair fight." She smirked beneath her helm, the sigil on her head lighting up as she cast her Gift of the Naaru onto Liliana to give her a chance to heal and escape.