His eyes ran over her body as she approached, a low groan coming from deep within his chest. He was promised a sweet relief if he could only overpower her, and it seemed that the promise would not be broken. He raised his hammer and brought it down quickly as she thrust the sword forward, shoving the blade downwards and stopping the blow. Most ogers weren't smart enough to think to disarm their opponent, choosing instead to attack the body directly. It was why defeat came easily to those that knew how to dodge properly, but he'd been trained for this. The shadow told him what to do to make her his.<br/><br/>He reached down and gripped the blade, feeling the thin metal cut into his skin as he made to yank it away. Afterwards, he swung his hammer, aiming for her side. If the blow hit, it would not be fatal, instead merely knocking her to the ground.