At least you can try and sneak up on them, however unnatural it seems.

You can still hear the sounds of battle around the corner while you're heading towards it, though they've almost stopped entirely by the time you reach it. For obvious reasons it feels unnatural for an ogre like yourself to exercise caution in a situation like this, but still you **** yourself to stop and carefully peek around the corner instead of rushing right in.

A single goblin comes running right past you, much too frightened to notice your looming presence, and it makes but a minor squeal as you snatch it up and twist it's scrawny neck. You've almost sated your hunger completely by now, though you can still feel your mouth watering again when you see the white-robed human female standing alone in the middle of the corridor. She looks even more delicious now than she did in your vision, but also by far more appealing for other purposes than just for eating, now that you're able to make your decisions on a full stomach.

Her companions aren't even nearly as intriguing, but you find yourself studying their movements in search for some kind of weakness in their defenses. While you're watching the elf and the female fighter has already retrieved most of his arrows from the fallen goblins, and you notice how they all seem ready to keep moving even further into the Dark Lord's fortress. What they can't know however, is the fact that you and your mighty club are waiting for them just around the next corner...

Or so you thought at least, while you lean yourself back against the wall, and wait for the group to continue their advance. Something seems a bit off though, when you hear them moving closer down the hallway, but you quickly dismiss it as nothing but simple distortion caused by the smell of dead bodies or the echoes of steel-clad feet upon the cold stone floor.

And that's when you suddenly feel a searing pain across the back of your knee, causing you to stumble forwards in surprise and anger, and find your leg giving in underneath your heavy weight. As you topple over you barely have the time to see a shadow rushing towards you, and despite your quick response you're unable to stop one of the twin daggers from reaching your face.

"Hraaar!" You howl out loud as the half-elf woman manages to slice a deep wound across the left side of your face, leaving you blinded on one of your eyes, and then she's already gone before you have the chance to grab her with your fumbling arms. In your prone position you can't even swing your club around, so you drop it to the floor while you try to fend off your persistent attacker with your meaty fists alone, but soon enough you realize that you've already been surrounded by the rest of the group as well.

"Well, that's a surprise." The one in heavy armor says as she's looking down at your flailing form, and despite the helmet muffling her voice you're pretty much certain it belongs to a female. She's apparently never encountered an ogre that's tried to sneak up on her before, and perhaps she's a little bit unnerved by the prospect of getting clubbed in the back by someone your size.

That's but a minor comfort however, as you see the dwarf raising his hefty mace above his head, and it feels like your limbs are moving through a basin of water as it seems like the cleric has put you under some kind of spell to slow your movements. There's nothing you can do but to wait for the final strike, and you feel kind of stupid for trying a tactic that is clearly not in the nature of your kind...

YOUR LIFE AND JOURNEY HAS COME TO AN EARLY END