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Orcimedes grunted as the beast bit him in the shoulder. It would leave a pretty nasty bruise, but didn't break the skin. When she lunged for his face he suddenly took a step forward, his heavy footstep thundering through the canyon as he thrust his considerable bulk forward and slammed his forehead straight into the beast's snout. It recoiled and lost its footing for just long enough to be shoved violently several inches towards the chasm edge. The sudden movement threw off the bandit leader's strike just enough for the halberd to hit Orcimedes in the shoulder with it's wooden shaft, though whether by design or dumb luck one could never really tell with him.

SNAP!

The thrown spear shattered against his side, and though Orcimedes flicked an amber eye towards the assailant, he didn't seem to take any further notice... his hands were full after all. A few arrows lodged themselves into the fur lining of his tunic, and the ones that struck his bare skin sprung away as though he were wearing armor before Ashera kindly took care of the pests. Orcimedes thrust his gut against the beast a second time to get his footing and then grasped the animal's barding for leverage with one of his massive hands.

He inhaled sharply, and a flex traveled up his legs, stretching the fabric of his leggings taut against his thighs and rump as he dipped. With a grunt he sprung back up, lifting the beast, rider and all, off the ground and swinging it into an overhead arc. There was a tangible moment of hesitation at the apex while a wicked grin spread across the orc's face as he locked gazes with the bandit leader.

"Down you go!" He informed with a laugh, twisting at the hips and slamming the animal down on top of the spear-throwing bandit along with its rider with bone crushing force. The impact shuddered through the stone, knocking a layer of dust out of the crevices. For an uncomfortably long minute Orcimedes wrestled furiously with the beast until he was in a superior position and had her pinned to the floor with his sheer strength. They were still for a moment before his hands started moving again... slowly at first, mussing the fur at its scruff without releasing his grip. He took a deep breath, as if to bellow a victory cry.

"Who's a good girl?!" he asked jubilantly while vigorously rubbing its belly. "Is it you?! Is it?? I bet it is!"