With a gesture of his hand the laughter died down and the orc leader returned his gaze back to the young female warrior. He snorted at the sight of her. She was getting up off the ground, when she knew that she was clearly going to be beaten, raped, and finally sold into the slaver market at some point. Still that bit of fight needed to be crushed. Lowering his club he aimed for the shields center and shoved his club into it. Waiting to push her back and cause her enough pain for her to just give in. Otherwise his annoyance was going to grow and he may just push her a bit to hard.