The orc shieldwall broke apart as they made their final charge forward. Iron clad orcs easily vaulted the debris and timber, eager for a clash of strength with their quarry. Others fired crossbow bolts, shouting with each shot. The Molthal orcs looked certain to swamp the defenders with sheer numbers alone. The giantess roared and broke into a run. Ragna barrelled right into the tail end of the formation, knocking several orcs off their feet with the impact. A nimbler one sidestepped and hacked at her leg. It was like hacking at a tree trunk, the giant just roared in pain and lashed out at him. For a few seconds it looked like she might be able to prevail against the entire warband on her own, then reality sank in. Recovering from the shock of the assault, the orcs counterattacked. Ragna found herself dealing with adversaries who were small, fast, and hard to hit. She could see other smallfolk fighting with the orcs further forward but her concern were with the half dozen who cut at her legs, flung spears, and shot crossbows at her face.