Garak roared, charging in.  Celes was ready for such a basic attack.  She was only slightly surprised when he suddenly changed his swing from a straight verticle slash into a side sweeping diagonal that cut across his body.  But she was ready none the less.  She stepped forwards, well into the powerful arc that the edge of his blade would travel, and sending her shield upwards, she skated under the swing with several inches to spare and released all of the stored up primal energy that she had from last night's rousing sex.<br/><br/>She cried out as she drove her blade upwards and felt it catch for a moment in the orc's ribs before continuing upwards, slicing through pectoral muscle as if it were nothing more than cloth.  The orc roared in pain, green blood spraying out over Celes's head.  He kicked outwards, catching Celes in the shin, it hurt a little but it was enough to put some distance between the two of them and he again swung his sword, aiming low this time.  But Celes was familiar with this angle of attack as well and did the prudent move hopping upwards and back, and the blade whizzed past her even further this time.<br/><br/>The orc was enraged and tried to charge her, a fatal mistake, probably brought on due to the loss of blood and pain he felt from the nearly deadly wound in his chest.   Celes was ready, and the tip of her sword found his throat before he even had time to finish winding up for his back swing.  He dropped the blade and clutched his ruined throat gasping and spitting green blood.  The look on his face was one of confusion.  How could he have lost?<br/><br/>Celes wondered if that was his last thought as he fell forwards into the dirt.<br/><br/>From behind, her beserkers roared, waiting for her command.