Unbloodied, Celes finishes with a backhanded flourish as the great brute toppled.  Breathing hard, she drops her sword a moment as she pulls out a dagger.  Kneeling by the body, she quickly grabs his member and slices it off at the base.  Picking up her sword, she lifts the bloody member over her head, dripping green over her body.  The thought of preserving and stuffing it as a totem-trophy crossed her mind, but it was a bit morbid.  For now she simply brandished it at the orcs and screamed triumphantly.  "Your chief has fallen, as all of you shall!  Charge!"  Now to lead the berserkers to break their line while the heavies clean up and crush them...