Rely on your speed and dexterity to parry his attacks and wait for the right chance to strike

He swings his mighty weapon again and again, but each time you gracefully dodge, taking delight in the growing frustration of your foe. Nonetheless, he is a touch faster than you had anticipated. Unable to completely avoid, you are **** to parry, and you soon find your weapon engaged with his. You exert all your might to hold him off. Then his savage snarl becomes a wry smile. With a forceful twist, he sweeps your sword through a full circle and away. He then dashes inside your guard.

A blood-curdling roar echoes through the misty forests. With a tremendous wrench, the orok has used his hammer to dislodge your sword from your grip. You watch as it disappears into the surrounding clouds. And his eyes feast upon the prize he now intends to enjoy.

You turn to make a dash for the fog and your weapon. There is a sharp crack, and then darkness. Time drifts eerily in the land of dreams.

You drearily awaken with a dull pain at the back of your skull. You find yourself in only your undergarments, lying on your side on the cold stone floor of a dark cavern. You get up on all fours, but you cannot stand for your movements are restrained by cold metal restraints around your ankles and wrists. The chains appear to be somehow bolted directly into four nearby stalagmite jaws that reach up from the floor towards their hanging stalactite companions. You see your heavy-blade and pack lying just out of reach on your right side.

You are illuminated by flickering light from a nearby fire, but you cannot make out much in the darkness beyond. You estimate the chamber to be roughly circular, walls about twenty feet radius from the fire and honeycombed with small passages and tunnels. You test the chains, but find them securely fastened. You feel sick thinking about what he might have done while you were ****.

Then, you hear a gruff voice from one of the dark passages behind you.  "You are finally awake."  The orok chuckles. 

You look over your shoulder to see him emerging from the darkness.  You see a pointed bulge beneath his loincloth, indicating a large erection.  You yank hard against the chain on your right arm.  You know it is futile, but you have to try something.  The strange thing is that it does seem to give, just a tiny bit.  You hastily examine the chain and see that some of the links are thinner than others, perhaps rusted.  And one link appears to bend slightly at your tug.  Which means, that you may be able to bend it open with a little more effort.  

"Silly bunny, you can not escape."  He sounds very amused.

You pull at the chain again watching the link bend and widen.  A little more and you just might be able to free your right arm.  Then, you're sure you'll be able to reach your sword!  With luck, you may be able to slay him before he realizes you are free.  You can use the tools in your pack to pick the locks and escape.  On the other hand, perhaps deception would be wiser.  If you brake the chain now, in his presence, you may loose your only chance.