Max rises to his feet, his axe still laying at his feet.  His breathing fast from his ordeal, his hands sticky from his own juices, he grabs one his throwing axes, letting his loincloth fall back to cover his softening manhood.  Taking a breath, he moves towards the orcess mage.  Knowing they had to get her, and soon.  Alas, she was just out of range.  For now.<br/><br/>*********T*****M***4*<br/>***************UA*R**<br/>****a********L********<br/><br/>(OOC:  Sorry if I moved out of order.  If I did, let me know.  The order seems a little confused at the moment.)