Johanna was keeping her breathing heavy, as she pulled the chariot with all of her strength, though she did call out, "I don't care, just--agh!" she cried, as one of the orcs next to her swung a spiked club at her legs, causing her to stumble momentarily.<br/><br/>The ratfolk went down in a heap, the chariot spilling over and dropping the riders in a pile, as the other chariots quickly turned to maneuver around the disaster. The crowd began cheering louder at the bloodshed.