The ebony elfmaid smoothly lifted the heavy silver blade in her right hand so that it moved the orc's weapon up and to the left.  As it passed over her shoulder, she stepped into the lunging orc and buried her other silver blade in it's heart...<br/><br/>Before the creature could slump onto her blade and rip it from her hands, she was already jerking back as she kicked up one foot and slammed the corpse off of her blade.<br/><br/>The sword dancers little feet blurred across the floorboards towards the table.  She leaped through the air, leg's kicking up.  As she soared over the table she made a balletic spin, leading on the other side of the table, between it and the wall.  She lowered her blades to either side so that the orcs could either toss the heavy table awkwardly away, or come at her two at a time...<br/><br/>It wasn't the best plan, but necessity was the mother of improvisation.