Old Instincts Kick In

This is your only chance, you see that now. With your hands and legs still tied, you launch yourself at the sword. Before the orc can react, you have grasped it between your fingers, and slashed off his manhood. The orc screams wildly, and falls down, light blue blood shooting out of him like a fountain.

As Shaq screams and writhes with pain, you use the distraction to do a pirouette in mid-air, your sword outstretched as far as possible, and chop deep into Jaq's skull. When your feet land onto the ground, you lose your footing and fall down, letting go of the sword lodged inside the big, brutish orc. You try and get up again, but it seems like you don't need to, because Jaq pulls out the sword with great confusion, large amounts of blood splattering out after it. He falls down with a massive blow, completely brain dead.

Then, before Shaq can even comprehend what's going on, you grab the sword again from the orc's dead hand, and jump the bleeding orc, putting the sword at his neck, ready to chop.

'WHO PAID YOU!' you scream. 'TELL ME BEFORE I KILL YOU!'

Shaq looks up at you, still completely surprised by the situation. Boy had he underestimated you. 'I... I...' he gasps, looking for words.

'TELL ME!'

'His... his name is Rilfur Wince...' the orc breathed, suddenly more **** and weak than strong and intimidating.

'Who is he?'

'Some rich bastard,' Shaq cries in agony. 'I don't know wench! Jaq talked to the guy. Please don't kill me!'

'Aaaaargggh!' you cry, and swing the sword down onto his neck, chopping deep into his flesh. Then you pull it up, and swing down once more, blue blood flying everywhere. You continue until his head has completely severed from his body. Only then you finally calm down.