The Ogre behind Sour Belly swung its large rusty pole mounted blade at the Dwarfs body, impacting the right spalder and skipping off of it just as the jagged blade in Sour Belly's hand drove into the belly of the other monster she was fighting.<br/><br/>Yanking the viciously barbed blade from its gorey hold, pulling large amounts of chewed up bloody mess with it the still singing Dwarf turned to face the opponent behind her, who turned to run and was cut down before it could take a step.<br/><br/>The other few remaining Ogres were running now, screeching in alarm and panic. They were twice the Dwarf's size, yet unarmoured and seemingly far less skilled and ran fearing for their lives.<br/><br/>The song continued as a blood soaked Sour Belly sat atop a bleeding and crying victim watching him die, not prepared it seemed to hasten the Ogre to its rest.