About as well as you'd think

The clash of steel rang out across the grassland. It was 4 on 1, with the orcs trying to make their numbers really count. The first clash was between you and an orc that wore a green bandana around it's head, snarling in a battle cry, hefting it's axe over its head for a cruel strike that would have surely cloven your head in two... if it had landed. You bring up your greatsword to parry, glancing the strike off to the side and quickly press your advantage. A flash of steel suddenly arcs through the air, and the next thing you see is your sword buried in the orc's chest. You shield your eyes from the sudden spray of blood and pull back your sword. A howl of pain comes from above you, one that threatens to burst your eardrums. You quickly dance away, taking a quick look up at the orc you had just stabbed. He is clutching a gaping wound in his upper chest, a torrent of blood seeping past his thick, green fingers. And yet... To your bewilderment, he does not fall. In fact, his face contorts in fury, and he lets out another roar!

By then your focus is turned away as the other 3 orcs are upon you, yelling incoherently. You quickly parry a blow and dodge another, each from savage looking and rather unwieldy weapons. While the others are recovering from their strikes, you spot the other going for a two handed slash across your chest, that might bisect you. Seeing this you react quickly, charging forward and ducking under the blow. You feel the air swish above your head, and you stare up to see the orc's surprised face staring down at you, his cruel axe passing so close that you feel the air kiss you... And all at once, you explode upward. Letting out a cry, you kick upwards with your legs, your sword pointed upward. It entered the orc's head with a sickening crunch. Up through the orc's jaw and then out through the top of it's head. The beast's eyes widen, dropping it's weapon, and it stares down at the sword now stuck inside it's head. The beast totters, but still keeps it's footing somehow. You, on the other hand, are focused on something else. You tug and tug, but are unable to free your sword from your enemy! You pull harder and harder but to no avail. You turn just in time to see a massive orc fist crash into you, aimed squarely at your chest. And yet, just as it's about to strike, a yellow **** cushions the blow, and the orc reels back in pain, his fist sizzling! The holy shield! However, the **** of Lucretia is not enough to overpower the **** of gravity. You are sent flying across the grassland, until you impact hard with a tree. And all goes dark.

You groan softly. A sudden pain crashes through your head, swiftly followed a realization. 'Get up... Get up!' You scream inside your mind, opening your eyes to see an axe slicing through the air towards your head! You duck, just in time, rolling away and bringing your sword up. Dazed and reeling, you look around and survey the situation, even as your vision swims before your eyes. The orc that you stabbed through the chin is in a large heap on the ground. And, to your happiness, you see that the orc you stabbed first has collapsed, clutching onto his wound and groaning. He'd bleed out soon enough. You were now faced with two orcs now. One held a hammer, and the other an axe, the one that would have cut your head off moments ago. You grit your teeth. The **** of the blow had knocked the air from you, and your armour was dented. It dug painfully into your back. The **** of the orc's punch had exhausted your holy powers. And then, the orcs charged.

It was a hurricane of steel. You dodged, parried and struck. You took a nasty nick across your shoulder when the orc's axe bit down into it, but you returned by slicing deep into his side. The orc yelled, his eyes going red with rage. You could use this... The raging orc let out a yell and charged, but you evaded, quickly dancing your way between the two hulking males. The huge green monster swung again and again, slicing the air, chasing after you. And all you did was turn and run towards his friend. The other orc, his hammer raised, swung at you... Until you disappeared. You had sprinted forward and slid between the legs of the hammer-wielding orc. Quickly turning to see what had happened, your eyes widened to see that both of their swings had connected... But not with the intended target. The raging orc had barreled into his friend and cut him near in half, while his compatriot had swung down and crushed the other's head. They fell to the ground in a heap of lifeless muscle, and you stood, triumphant. Giving a weary smile, you sheath your blade. That smile fell off your face when you finally surveyed the surroundings.

There were orcs. Everywhere. You were totally surrounded. They all leered at you, cheering and whooping in their savage way, seemingly thoroughly entertained by the spectacle. They were cheering... You. The small human girl who had taken on 4 of their kin and emerged covered in blood, injured and exhausted, but victorious.

Then, they slowly started to close in...