The Dwarf continued to trundle down the hill, when she was about halfway down an Ogre spotted her and charged up to meet her, hefting a punch dagger built onto a large ball gauntlet. The creature roared a challenge in its own language, guttural and harsh.<br/><br/>Sour Belly started a cry of her own, some kind of song, her pace increased to a run, legs carrying her at speed down the hill.<br/><br/>The pair met and the Ogre's blade glanced off the left more built up side of the Dwarf's armour as she turned with the blow, her own taking the Ogre in the thigh, opening a huge ragged gaping gash that felled the creature.<br/><br/>Sour Belly didn't stop to finish this first victim, she was already moving, still singing, felling two more who had come up to meet her from the village before they could stop goggling at their fallen comrade. One lost an arm, the other found its guts spilling out of a very nasty wound in its abdomen. Both went down screaming.<br/><br/>Covered in Gore the apparition of a supremely pissed off singing Dwarf barrelled into the village proper, another Ogre went down quickly, a second, there was a short scuffle with a third, a clash of blades and a fourth was circling around behind the stout little fighter.