As Petra stumbled in close the ogre let out a loud shout and raised its club to crush her the moment it had the chance but her blade was drawn swifter and as it embed itself to the ogre's thigh the large beast let out a pained scream, the pull on the blade leaving a fast bleeding wound as the ogre stumbled onto one knee, staring at Petra in shock. It seemed the large, ugly giant had not foreseen someone attack so viciously.<br/><br/>Lifting its club, the ogre stared at her and then shook, its strength fading fast as the club slipped its weakened hand's fingers and with a groan, the ogre soon slumped ahead on its face, eyes closing, lifeless and silent husk on the ground.<br/><br/>Against these stupid foes, it seemed that Petra's attack was more than enough. The two bound people on the poles hung from them quietly, while at the shore the gasping halfling seemed to drag its body a bit further away from the water. The campsite set up had a few small boxes and sacks scattered about, and a circle of eight bedrolls.