<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/8a/27/5b/8a275b61d494568eb08cecdf7c4c121f.jpg)</div>As Ming charges the orc, his attention turns from Machiko to her. His brow furrows for a moment and he sets his body, throwing up his arm to let the knife slash off of his buckler as he drops one of his clubs. The wok comes inches from his face as he pulls his head back and catches onto her arm. With a grunt of exertion, he pulls himself up from his low swing using Ming's momentum and twists her around to hold in front of his body. The thickly muscled orc holds one of her hands and squeezes the gourmand's body to his as he puts her between himself and Machiko. With one huge hand on her wrist and his arm across her chest, he begins to back up, "Not too late for you to make a meal, lovely. But your slime stabbed our Dofrak first. And something about you saying 'fucking assholes' has me thinking." A chuckle comes form him as he shifts his weight against her, pressing a thick rapidly growing bulging in his pants against the back of her tiny skirt.