Ravatranna grinned as fresh blood sprayed her tanned face, seeing an man or an orc die, it always brought pleasure to her sight. As she turned she noticed the three goblins, arrows kocked and pointed at her. Another orc moved out of the woods, his longbow drawn back as well. With one or two bows she might have been able to run, but four, there was no way. She might dodge those that the goblins shot but the longbow, no it would pierce her skull easily. Grabbing her axe firmly she slammed it deep into the tree, that would require someone with a LOT of strength to pull it free.