Ravatranna struck hard and fast...and true.  Her ax caught the orc at the top of his spine, near the base of his head.  He gurgled a cry of pain as blood gouted around the wound.  He slumped back against the tree, body making a scraping noise as it moved down the tree, then fell at its base, sprawled out, twitching a little in what were obvious death throes.<br/><br/>Then Ravatranna heard a noise behind her.<br/><br/>Three goblins, hidden almost perfectly in the trees, had arrows nocked, a bead drawn on her.  As she looked to the right, an orc warrior had a larger bow drawn back.  "Drop the axe," he said in a guttural voice.