The fierce strike's impact sent the orc stumbling and collapsing onto his back as the blow left the orc drawing breath worn out. Tough as the orc might have been, he wasn't agile enough to dodge her strikes and not agile enough to connect with her in those strong swings more than the one impact he got in by his trick. Still, as the orc man laid down after the impact, his arms slumped to the sides, he looked like he wasn't going to get up right away. The bruises would stop hurting that bad in a while, and the orc would be back up on his feet then, but it wasn't happening right away at least.<br/><br/>Both the orc's club and Joli's blade rested on the ground undisturbed, no signs of other orcs present at the time being, though their fight had caused a share of noise there. Regardless, there was no sight of someone closing in, no sounds of it either. Just her, and the downed orc. Even after the last blow from her hand, the orc's arousal was not dying out. Then again, the sight of her fighting excited must have made it harder for him. To focus.