Stumbling back and looking about ready to lay down for the count by then, the orc lad stared at her even though the shaky step on his feet showed she hit hard when she struck, he still kept coming at her and smirked even if he might not win, he was damned sure going to give it his best. "Then, I'll just have to see how this<em>goes!</em>" He stepped the last step closer in swift motion, a fist rising high in an uppercut, the swiftness of the strike sacrificing some accuracy for impact, it was a one-shot winner takes all move on his part, a haymaker that might well have knocked the wind out of her. Yet as the fist rose, it rose before her, missing her by a small margin. In moving up so close and swiftly he left himself open for a counter attack.<br/><br/>To say to his credit, that last attack would have evened out the odds had it landed, but his luck wasn't with him on that, and her fast step kept her out of the strike's path, leaving her standing where as the orc looked like he would soon be down on the floor.